When I was writing the poem for Mental Health Awareness Month and the prompt “Hysteria” – I originally wrote the poem that follows. I have a close friend I share all of my poetry with ahead of posting when I am drafting and planning. This friend and I both liked this poem and the effect I was trying to create, but we also agreed – it just didn’t embody the frenzy of hysteria. So, when a clearer concept came to, I changed the poem entirely, but I didn’t want to lose this one. So – here’s a bonus MHA poem in the final hours of the night!
Her hurt hung over her head hiding as uninhibited happiness
Youthful and unyielding as was it, everyone was yellow and meek
Sadness sunk into her bones so deep that sloshed through her veins like the seas
Though it was tough to tabulate her reckless tyranny as anything other than temporary
Every day passed with an exclusive and evident truth: exaggeration was her expertise
Righteous she ranted her ways and religious were her ramblings, randomly setting off
If it were illogical, illness could be named, but illicit instances ignored her irrationality
And it was as such, a behavior of an audacious advocate of all and austere in application.
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