There's a ritual required to summon me
and convince me to go outside.
It only works on rainy days
when most go home to hide.
While the streets are empty
and the skies are dimmed with gray,
tell me to listen closely
and ask me out to play.
Then stand in view of my window
and lift your phone up high
so in the moody afternoon,
I can see the warm screen light.
It might take a couple tries,
since my eyes just aren't the best,
and at times my head feels heavy
so I'd rather stay in to rest,
but I promise I'm not ignoring you
and I'll try to respond with a sign
that I'm present even in this storm
and I won't give up this time.
YOU ARE READING
Ghostwriter
ŞiirLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
