One of the toughest challenges for those with mental illness is maintaining relationships. It takes extra effort and compassion. I am lucky to be married to a strong, amazing woman. This poem is in tribute to that part of my marriage.
Diamond In The Rough
Driving alone, I love the dark.
I take the freeway to your heart.
Breathe my dust into your lungs,
A gentle scratch and we are done.
My blood is bitter; you taste sweet.
You watched me shatter on the street.
Was that in vain?
Am I still stable?
Think it’s time to cut my cable.
A glittered sundown with a barren tomorrow,
I fill your being with elated sorrow.
Did you yell?
Or cry it out?
Polluted words flee my mouth.
You inhale this whirlwind even still,
Through hazy hearts, I feel your will.
Am I the diamond in your rough?
Let me know when it’s enough.