Fragmented Mosaic Poem by Kim Schilling

I am fragmented mosaic artwork;
magnificent colors on some days,
dull grays and blacks on the worst.

Many voices in my crowded head,
screaming to be heard above all –
Stop the abuse! We’ve had enough!
Drowning in alcohol, the silence comes.

Redeeming my sins with caring hands,
God’s creatures, big and small, arrive;
great pain and suffering they’ve all seen,
with a gentle touch I restore them to health.

Terror arises once more as night closes in,
lashing out at all who care to comfort me;
a thorny friend I become to those around.
Pain killers dull the ache inside my heart.

Come to me with your worries and hurt,
for I am truly compassionate and loving;
those in need will find my embrace warm,
always available and comforting to them.

Anger erupts in a flash without warning,
as my mood shift like nomadic winds,
and bipolar disorder grips me like a vice.
Taking daily medication is overpowering.

But nothing is sweeter than motherhood,
for I am a gifted mother and best friend;
a sweeter son exists nowhere on this earth,
and blessed I am to watch him for the Lord.

I am fragmented mosaic artwork;
magnificent colors on some days,
dull grays and blacks on the worst.