No — I’m Not Crazy

Most days find me hovering
above the thin line between
sanity & insanity, knowing
the least little tilt could
push me completely over
to the side where the gate
will be closed behind me.
Once you’re on the other
side you will never be able
to venture back to sanity.

I’m tired of being insane
in sane places, where no one
ever notices me. I close my
eyes to lions walking up and
down the street, watching
and looking to see who’ll come
running up behind me. But
who’s gonna be crazy enough
to approach me?

Someone’s gonna come along and
pick up the earth, hold it in
the palm of his hands
like one small, round egg
and crack it open along the
tender line of the universe’s edge
like a large glass cake bowl—
and we’ll all slide out
and crack our heads on the
sidewalk of the universe.

Then someone will come along
and try to save me
because they knew all along.
I tried to tell you
but you wouldn’t listen;
you tried to tell me I was crazy
when I could see what you
refused to see. Now, I’ll ask you
which one of us is crazy?

Peace & Love,

P.S. Take a look inside my newest book of poems, Blues of a Love Junkie, a love story told in the form of poems. Like all love stories, this one is full of twists and turns, pain and hurt, smiles and tears, it’s full of the life of loving.


About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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