Whispers of the Soul

Psychotic Disorder

Flickers of Truth

In the haze where shadows dance and sway,
Reality flickers like the end of the day.
A beacon of clarity, so brief and so bright,
Illuminates the darkness, then fades from my sight.

I wander through echoes of fractured sound,
Where whispers of chaos in silence abound.
The world twists and warps, a kaleidoscope view,
Yet in that brief moment, I glimpse what is true.

Faces are blurred, like paint on the glass,
Yet in the stillness, clear visions can pass.
A smile from a stranger, a hand reaching out,
In these fleeting seconds, I shatter the doubt.

Time bends and stretches, a taut rubber band,
Moments of lucidity slip through my hand.
I grasp at the threads of a world once defined,
But they shimmer and scatter, elusive, unkind.

Then, in a heartbeat, the flicker returns,
A flame in the darkness, a spark that still burns.
I catch my reflection, the glimmer of eyes,
That hold a whisper of hope beneath all the lies.

But just as I hold it, it flickers away,
Lost in the labyrinth where shadows play.
Reality dances on the edge of my mind,
A fleeting reminder of the strength I must find.

Yet even in chaos, those flickers can grow,
A reminder that clarity can spark from the low.
Through moments of doubt and the weight of despair,
I cling to the truth, and I learn to be aware.

So I gather the fragments of truth that appear,
Each flicker a promise, a challenge to fear.
For even in darkness, I'm learning to see,
The glimmers of truth that reside deep in me.

With courage I rise, through the mist and the pain,
Embracing the flickers, I'll break through the chain.
In the heart of confusion, a light will ignite,
For I am the seeker of my own inner light.