There but for….
There’s more than one kind of illness.
Sat polishing my possibilities
in a room full of strangers.
Those shiny people
with answers for everything;
except the ones you want.
They point towards a wall of silence,
where those in need can bang their heads
in time with the beat on the street.
I lift mine, look around,
catch the eye of a passing thought….
There’s no way out of here.