No — I’m Not Crazy

Most days find me hovering

above the thin line between

sanity & insanity, knowing

the least little tilt could

push me completely over

to the side where the gate

will be closed behind me.

Once you���re on the other

side you will never be able

to venture back to sanity.

I���m tired of being insane

in sane places, where no one

ever notices me. I close my

eyes to lions walking up and

down the street, watching

and looking to see who���ll come

running up behind me. But

who���s gonna be crazy enough

to approach me?

Someone���s gonna come along and

pick up the earth, hold it in

the palm of his hands

like one small, round egg

and crack it open along the

tender line of the universe���s edge

like a large glass cake bowl���

and we���ll all slide out

and crack our heads on the

sidewalk of the universe.

Then someone will come along

and try to save me

because they knew all along.

I tried to tell you

but you wouldn���t listen;

you tried to tell me I was crazy

when I could see what you

refused to see. Now, I���ll ask you

which one of us is crazy?

Peace & Love,

Rosalind

P.S. Take a look inside my newest book of poems, Blues of a Love Junkie, a love story told in the form of poems. Like all love stories, this one is full of twists and turns, pain and hurt, smiles and tears, it’s full of the life of loving. http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88