Some time ago
Children played in playgrounds normally, yet
Her mind seemed different.
In the night, monsters
Zipped in and
Out of shadows.
Plunging, inky darkness choked her throat.
Her family didn't know what to do and she felt like she had to
Run.
Even now, she doubts herself, although in the
Night, there are no more monsters. Only now,
In the day, the monsters
Are misdiagnosis.
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Author:
Hesther Devosjes (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2018 09:44
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about how I was misdiagnosed with schizophrenia as a child due to recurring sleep paralysis. it caused me all sorts of problems but was stopped by merely changing my sleep position.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow. I appreciate your writing here.
Best Wishes and Kindest Regards,
A.H. Browning
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