Poem for a recovering mental health patient

Like a river running ever so deep
The Marianna, is she really asleep?
It’s like the day just waits to see
What she will bring to thee
Has she made the decision?
With her mind of precision
Will it be today that her genius will unfold?
Or, again, is it all on hold?
Perhaps tomorrow… for today
There is another play
To orchestrate, and chat divine
Play piano, ever so fine
Poem lines so brilliant… but were we being let in?
Yes, and no, perhaps and look, but don’t look
Look again, but only back, and to the side
Who’s in charge here? Who’s being taken for a ride?
Ah, the Marianna, so kind and considerate
A friend that adds so much value to people’s lives
But the complexity, the insurrection of self
Always putting herself on the shelf
Come on you multilingual, karate kicking, car driving
Fast reading, intellectual alchemist of time
What are you doing waiting in line?
Okay, no one will look or say a thing
If you just unleash the genius spring
Because expectations can be a curse
But being funny and brilliant and throwing a ball like a hurricane
And laughing and advising and being a daredevil, means NO SHAME!
There is a life for you
It has not been written yet
And you’re brilliant at that, so write
Play the keys of your existence in your instinctive way
For now it’s time for you to have your say
So do it without any more fucking delay!!