in those days
on the psych ward
where everyone was
a little crazy
she was happy, she says
it was the pure honesty of it
everyone easy about
being off-center
a relief to be herself
now, on the wide outside
of locked windows and doors
she says she doesn’t know
who to be
in this other world
where everyone works
so hard to hide
being a little crazy.
– Kathy Lohrum Cotton
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Wonderful poem… says so much…
Only one knows who is who. Only you know who is you . I want every mad be crazy , every crazy be mad. Be crazy in every secluded corners where you hide to be crazy. Be crazy to love. Be crazy to weep n ha ha ha laugh like a Diynosus.
Some flew East, some flew West, one flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
“The only difference between me and crazy person is that I am not crazy.”
– Dali
The jury is still out on that Mike! Thanks for chiming in. Happy to see you on here joining in on the conversation! Keep it goin’! :)