How Can I?

I see the world beyond the shadows,

A world that is bright and free

Where people smile and joy fills the air

I reach my fingertips out,

The orange blaze burning my skin,

The doctors tell me,

To reach the sky,

You must hold yourself to the supreme.

Heal your rattling mind full of illnesses,

Restore your body of chronic disease,

Alleviate those symptoms,

And those speeches every day spoken by your broken mind.

Those endless talks given by doctors too,

“Loose the weight, and you’ll find the reverie.”

But how can I,

When my own remedy fails me?

How can I,

When my mind is shattered and I no longer can think?

You’ve spoken to me for decades,

Told me what to fix,

What to heal,

But never reassured me that it will be okay.