Composure

Medicated & frustrated
the reins become chains,
silencing my laughter.
Though manic it may be,
---it’s still me...
not a drone,
not a clone
of what society says
I should be...
---composed.
Now I sit quietly,
binding me inside of me.
The tangled threads
inside my brain
reminding me
that I’m insane-
say, "shhhhhhhhh."

Michele Chastain © 2007

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Veronica S. (snowkitty) - , - 12/20/2008 11:03 AM ET

Well done, but sad.

ericjasongastelum - 12/20/2008 6:55 PM ET

though i love this piece very much, i take it as a writer, you take requests. my one request is that you write a follow-up piece about the room of tangled threads in your head. matters not how nightmarish it is, i would love to know what is going on in your head. very well done

Michele C. (paintedblue) - 12/20/2008 9:17 PM ET

Veronica, Eric...thank you both very much. I will definitely put pen to paper with that request in mind. I'll post what I come up with. :) Michele

Marta J. (booksnob) - 12/22/2008 1:26 PM ET

Wow--very good!

Karen D. (Kraduate) - 12/29/2008 8:57 AM ET

Nice

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