“She just goes a little mad sometimes. We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?”                   -Norman Bates, Psycho

YES, emphatically YES!!
Yes, sorrowfully, yes.
Cycles of hubris
Waves of malaise
And sheer madness
purple, silver,
brilliant, flourescent
madness

Nearby? Projectile
Entangled in this web?
Dismissed
Like a discus

Yet tethering

Each strand
Sits out there
lonely
Swaying in the calm breeze
With the sorrowful confusion
of a refugee

When can we return?
Will it ever be the same?
Shall we start anew elsewhere?
Join the diaspora of defeated hearts

I am the quake
the hurricane
the scourge
the woman who has gone
MAD
You forgive me, don’t you?