If this speaks to you, I hope you find hope in these words.
I am sic
Nervous tic
Binge and purge
This endless urge.
Odd
Erroneous
Out of place
Unworthy of the human race.
Worthy of comment
Worthless, I vomit
Bird in a cage
From the rope I will plummet.
Dead to his Word
Alive to their world
Baptised in blood
Yet drowned in the flood.
No peace here, just pieces
Faceless diseases
Endless attacks
This war never ceases
For I am sick
And I am sic
Liar, fool,
And lunatic.
I don’t write much poetry but I woke with the phrase ‘I am sic’ in my head this morning. Sic, as in the adverb placed after a quoted word to highlight that it is grammatically incorrect but is quoted in its original format. The poem hopes to describe how I felt in my lowest OCD days. It does not represent how I feel today, but I hope it may speak out to…
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Russellings of the Spirit 
Thank you 😊