A path, curved and winding.
Dense foliage surrounds a single glistening ray of sunshine.
A gilded beam, comes to warm a frozen heart, to melt away the melancholy.
The trees close in tight; cutting off the glittering stream.
Step carefully in the dark woods.
I am free falling through an endless abyss.
Keep minding your feet.
Do not slip off the path!
K.B. Silver
This is one of the older poems I had in my notebook. I am not sure when I wrote it, probably in college, I think all the older ones are tucked away together in storage, collected in other notebooks. This poem explores the onset of mental health episodes.
No one throws themself off the edge so to speak, they grasp at every last straw of sanity while trying to balance the same life everyone else has to live. Thinking that if they can just get past this hard part things will be ok. Unfortunately, many times things don’t get better, things get worse, and so too does mental illness. Until life becomes so difficult to manage they slip right off the edge, since they had been managing just fine yesterday, they slip straight through the cracks.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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