By Linda Kowalchek
Wow, Linda. I love this.
Thank you so much for your kind words . 😊 Glad you liked it.
Oh, the ending. It deserves a plaque. Wonderfully explored.
YOU deserve a plaque for such a wonderful comment! Thank you so much for your kind words :)
I really like this, and particularly enjoyed “Rolling neurological storms of thunderous notions” which has a lovely rhythm to it, and really sounds like a brooding storm.
Thank you so much for the compliment! This poem was written during mania, so I was just following the rhythm in my head :)
The chaos and stress of mental illness that doesn’t let up. I hear you.
Thank you so much for reading. So many of us share the same story.
“Shelves of my mind cluttered with minutiae”
Those of us, the ones who've been touched by impacted mental health, resonate with works like this.
Even when we're doing well - we're still ready for a possible shitstorm.
You speak the truth, my friend. No predicting when the shit will hit the fan!
Wow, Linda. I love this.
Thank you so much for your kind words . 😊 Glad you liked it.
Oh, the ending. It deserves a plaque. Wonderfully explored.
YOU deserve a plaque for such a wonderful comment! Thank you so much for your kind words :)
I really like this, and particularly enjoyed “Rolling neurological storms of thunderous notions” which has a lovely rhythm to it, and really sounds like a brooding storm.
Thank you so much for the compliment! This poem was written during mania, so I was just following the rhythm in my head :)
The chaos and stress of mental illness that doesn’t let up. I hear you.
Thank you so much for reading. So many of us share the same story.
“Shelves of my mind cluttered with minutiae”
Those of us, the ones who've been touched by impacted mental health, resonate with works like this.
Even when we're doing well - we're still ready for a possible shitstorm.
You speak the truth, my friend. No predicting when the shit will hit the fan!