As It Is

My life is unraveling

fraying at the edges

no sanity reigns here

days of challenges

to communicate what

can’t be understood

To see the fraying

of a mind once brilliant

to have to change how

to communicate

to know its going nowhere

and no way out

The interruptions while I

try for a moment of self

to write, to read, to think

always interruptions

never time uninterrupted

just a moment for me

I am fraying at the edges

of a fraying mind that bursts

with anger unforeseen he

strikes with forked tongue

goes after me 

I assuage him, gentle him

down to bed to sleep 

he writhes and hisses

he swears and threatens

he says he’s leaving

he’s out of here

I try and try and try to 

console him, comfort

rock him in my arms

though at times I don’t

do so well, express ire

which he says is yelling

I am not perfect

I wish I were