A poem by Ellie Hersey

I wish my brain was far, far away

On a tiny deserted island

Out in the middle of a stormy sea

Where my body could not touch it.

So I would not have to suffer

The consequences of its actions.

My Impulsivity gets the better of me

Especially when I’m manic

I cannot control it.

Its as if my mind is underwater

In the depths of a stormy sea

Every colour in my eyes is dulled

Even my emotions

Until the storm has cleared

I resurface from the water

I breathe in

Colour is restored to my eyes

The clouds clear

The thunder stops

And I realise what I have done

While I was underneath the sea of depression.

I have a reason

Though its not an excuse.

Now I have something to make up for.