Ride the Mend; Two Ships by Lindsey Wentzel

Ride the Mend

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Darkness, darkness consumes the view and the lights go out…

Bare rooms, dingy cream walls, bad food, surly nurses and cheery doctors

Fluorescent lights glare down onto freshly waxed linoleum

Lights flicker in time to my brain spasms

Withdrawal and new medications taking hold in concurrent time

Consciousness in spurts and reality and reason hover just out of reach…

Clouds part and light consumes the view

Someone has saved me from myself

The darkness had sent me down a menacing path but day by day,

Patches were delivered and stitched across the wounds

A team works to mend the havoc wreaked by sabotage

To renew a sense of self and send me out with a rehabilitated high

Cobwebs cleared the sun shines again

Deep down, a knowledge that this has all been an effort

to restore me to my previous self

Self still exists

The light will be temporary just as the darkness was

There is no cure for this chronic affliction

The poison will return, and renovations will begin again

Ride the mend for as long as possible

Two Ships

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Stranded on an island, but happy

Two ships approach in a rescue attempt

“Which ship should I be on? “She wonders…

“Do I even really want to leave?

Afterall, I’ve made a happy home here, all on my own.”

One ship offers a picturesque garden of flowers.

An outpouring of love and attention.

The other ship offers a serene existence, set in luxury,

diamonds and gold, wanting for nothing

Both want her aboard

But one wants her captive

While the other is unsure

how long to allow her company

Meanwhile the island beckons her.

Reminds her she can be her

True self without any burdens

Of reciprocity, if she stays

It’s a lovely shack, though not built for two…

All the simplicities and necessities

Surrounded by nature’s beauty

These choices she never expected

Suddenly are upon her all at once

The conflict of choice strains her

And she dreads telling one..or both, no

Feeling forced to a decision…

Her instincts scream ‘none!’

But she knows there’s an answer inside her

That would really be the right one

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Author Bio: Lindsey Wentzel grew up in Austin, TX and attended UNT for college. She dropped out in the middle and became a vagabond traveling across the country for several years. These were some of the best and happiest days of her life. She has always struggled with bipolar depression, anxiety and ADD, but is managing them all today. Today, Lindsey is a single mother of two beautiful children and manages to be a productive member of society....sometimes.

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