The colors whoosh by.
Vanes scream with the movement.
In the middle I go
Round and round,
Until I visualize reaching out a finger… 16 more words
Broken Brain, a short, deeply evocative poem by Kitt O'Malley, inspired me to write the following poem of my own: First they said I was schizophrenic then they said I wasn't later they said I had bipolar then they said I didn't today they say I have PTSD of the Complex variety Who am I really? I am a lost little girl trapped in a grandma's body stumbling over the broken pieces of me. ~Linda Lee *Comments are disabled here, please visit the original blog.*