to mein kampf insync with mine body dysmorphia
After reading articles
published within April 4/11 2022
of The Nation
I challenged the efficacy
taking prescription medication
categorized as SSRIs
and/or SNRIs.
Unpleasant side effects
such as earth shaking dreams
and/or especially hefty weight gain
linkedin with former
comprising my daily cocktail
of approved prescription medication
courtesy nurse practitioner.
Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche
fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,
though long since recovered, the intractable,
haunting specter, sans grim reaper
intertwining within every fiber of this mortal
rooted, grounded deep, and branched out
into each nook and cranny portal.
Said notion provoked,
when made painfully aware
youngest daughter (aged twenty three)
plagued with similar thoughts,
damn genetics did maliciously engineer
clutching telephone while
seated at edge of chair
did apologetically, despairingly,
grievously... did air
pestilential, penitential, plenipotential... scare
re: distraction and understandable fear,
she might unwittingly plunge
into hopeless abysmal despair
falling prey into irrevocable
deathly hallows lair,
though kudos for her
from me, this sole Harris heir
to communicate, (albeit
hesitantly) into mine ear
suddenly wishing thy
Shayna Punim to be near,
but residing (about three hour drive
southeast of Portland, Oregon)
with my kid sister, attentive to welfare,
a sibling whose persona
doth show tender loving care
and concern, this papa
felt reassured there
would be every action taken
with sixth sense to beware
lest progeny exhibits
pointedly obvious lurching career
dramatic slide in tandem
with Old Rotten Gotham
into behavioral sink
emergency measures sibling
immediately would commandeer,
hence somewhat relieved thee dear
beloved progeny receptive to hear,
this dada expressed his unconditional love,
and grateful psychological intervention
offspring boldly did declare
indicative professional help volunteer
really asserted necessary to stave off
how dice throw of fate unfair
to said lass, whose demise,
would abruptly kill this sonneteer!
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Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2022 08:30
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I grew up with a father who was bipolar. I can understand what it's like to struggle with a sense of helplessness in the face of the suffering of a loved one. I have two granddaughters who have struggled with mental health issues, and I've often wondered if I passed something along genetically. I love them, support them and will always be there for them, but I can't cure them. I will always accept them as they are, no matter what. You have expressed very poignantly the condition of living with mental illness. God bless you dear friend.
A daft comment - oohh, I don't like Sue E. Side much - she's dangerous!
my poetic side retort at 2:53 post meridian March 30th, 2022
I know better than make conjectures, intimations, projections regarding cultivating acquaintanceships when a relative online stranger repeatedly comments regarding posting of yours truly (me) poetry seen on my poetic side. Although ideally coaxing, nudging, prodding, et cetera a degree of familiarity with respondents who I intuit could be compatible rarely evince a greater interest beyond commenting every now on again.
Nor would I blatantly ask to exchange emails aware the delicate ballet of reciprocating on a casual basis.
Pre internet days desperation used to rear an ugly head and inevitably rent asunder any possibility a more patient process would have more likely provided. A long history of introvertedness and being painfully shy (no notion existed about powder milk biscuits) found this aging long haired pencil necked geek holed up within boyhood bedroom. Escapism courtesy reading constituted majority hours of leisure time.
Involvement with an activity called contra dancing allowed, enabled, and provided an opportunity to mingle and acquire the art of flirting. Even within that milieu, an inapropos verbal overture blurted out, which exhibited immaturity predicated upon inexperience interacting with human beings of the opposite gender.
Social awkwardness inherent within the body electric of Matthew Scott Harris, which by the way quite popular, cuz I did a Google search and wrote a poem entailing guys who shared the same first, middle and surname as yours truly.
Initial access to the world wide web analogous to a kid in a candy store, whereby I expended precious time heavily addicted to Craigslist personal classified advertisement, this despite being married and papa of two young daughters at the time.More could be written but unfair to co-op extensive minutes entailing a veritable stranger from a strange land.
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