Haze

There has been a haziness

about the last weeks.

They have taken me off

some heavy-duty medicines,

and things are becoming clearer

now. I sit and dream in the dayroom,

but my mind is ticking over.

I feel bad pulling this drama, when

they’ve all been so good to me.

I’m not sure I can face their kindness

without some tears.

The head nurse tells me my brother

came, but I have no memory of it.

I don’t believe I have schizophrenia,

it’s just a glamorous label mental health

people like to throw around. There

is no talk of discharging me.

I’m scared I’ll become institutionalised.

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