Virginia’s Truth

 

“I feel certain that I am going mad.”

These words were born from a great writer’s hand—

And reached my heart from a far away land.

They sum up those feelings that I have so very often had—

That I too am most certainly—definitely—mad.

 

“I shant recover this time,” tis true.

As stones from the earth weighted her down—

No sovereign or guinea could prevent the drown.

This is the truth that Virginia knew.

She couldn’t recover that time, it’s true.

 

This is the blade that artists walk.

They teeter and totter and sometimes fall off.

Others will call them crazy—

They’ll stare—they’ll scoff—

But it’s a desperate state when the muse hands you a rock—

For just like Virginia—the blade—I walk.

 

 

--Shannon A. McCaslin-Nolen