I was fine a few days ago,
I will be okay again soon.
I know you don’t think so but,
But what if I told you I actually knew?
Knew your quackery is the best-kept secret around
And silence is my favorite sound
Smugly you sit with your pills on your pedestal proud,
Proud of your name, that paper, and the shroud.
Shrouding the subsidies and the kickbacks,
The corporation and the siege
I know you’re Mental,
May I have some Health, please?
What if,
If I am afraid, increase my dose of faith in humanity
If I am depressed, re-inflate me with love,
Simple sounds more like sanity
If I feel alone, show me with your heart I am not
If I am lost in place you don’t understand
No worries, I don’t need a shot
What if
If you Just be, be compassionate with me,
Until I can explain when I get back
all of the baggage I had to unpack,
And if you can’t hear or see them too,
Understand that there is much unknown but still true
What if
much of the unknown
is fictitious knowing
I know Nothing, do you?
We evolved out of an environment of suffering,
We dove deep into the emotions no one else was willing to touch
We are your buffering,
Superficial bandages forced across lifetimes of gaping wounds
This is mental,
Let’s talk about health,
Health is optimum physiology
Pretty dependent on balancing out natural bio-Chemicals
Aka our body’s biology
Our natural state is healing,
But something is wrong and we are reeling
With the flight of our fight, We conquer,
We will teach you as an encore,
Transmute, integrate, transcend,
We broke until we could bend
For from our flight, we found the light
But out of the darkness, we ascend,
No room to pretend,
Being and Bending
Seeing and blending
If you want to truly heal
Remember the beauty,
The beauty that is to feel
Embrace the human race
Soak in your truth,
Let it drip from your face
This is not a mental malady
Just a social fallacy
The warning bells of a culture in decay,
The stress of all work and a façade to play
Fake and even more false
The way to stay mental is not accidental
Of course,
The solution is rather transcendental
If you could fly and land
Fall, but get up, stand
There is a level of love beyond measure,
Now yours to command
A fearsome and foreboding pressure
The house of cards would surely fall and
Bullshit would be the unanimous call
Masses no longer soothed by backwards names
Health would be literal,
Not crisis aversion our only gains,
Mental health means to mentally thrive
To the fullest extent of being alive
Through this BackWards quest,
I check you, mate
The answers are the test.
Poem BackWards Quest is copyright by Rebecca Wood, If you would like to use or reproduce this poem or any part of it please contact artwould at Info@artwould.com and the artist will be contacted on your behalf.
