A poem about mental health problems within young women

Right to it. Against it. She sat. She pressed her back against it. It was cold and she was forbidden to use anything but touch. 1 out of 5. A very slightness about it. A naïve judgement. Must be made. Has and will be made. Created. Where and what. You won’t know for certain. She will. She’s forced to. Well most of her will. Some of her at least will. Oh. it will change but for many. The cloud acts. The cloud jumps with what it has. And it rains. And it floods. In ways which at first. Oh yes. The brink. The edge. The soft tips of sea. Well you know. It, lightly brushes your feet. But as water can,it certainly attacked. Her. Through a medium. Through and within it. Your idea is different to hers Her! some of her immediately expressed. Her foot would twitch. Only for the other her to either lean towards or under it. Being the wall. Creating more and more of these brushes of water. Surged forward by a cloud which for a few have a solid cloud. A hard metal cloud which grouped together can be fought. these clouds. The ones I mean, are harder and harder to distinguish from the real metal clouds.

Written By Isaac Lewis