The Green Black Chair

 
I wander the outskirts of sanity
an odd one out to humanity
I don't fit with the normals

it hurts this feeling of isolation
I have friends in nature feeling connected to the sky
to the earth below me

I hear her voice

people view me as strange, disconnected, dangerous
though I've never harmed anyone

I talk to the air
I talk to my green black chair
it listens to me not saying a word
I imagine one of the long-deceased psychiatrists is sitting there

talking about my mommy issues
it seems I hate her
for passing me the gene that would outcast me

the happiness that keeps me going is all that is natural
the animals, the sky, the flowers, and the trees around me
they vibrate on another level and I can hear them

they comfort my soul
lending credence to my thoughts
the spirits are willing to talk
if you are willing to listen

they will lead you somewhere off the beaten path
if you don't show respect Mother Earth will kill you

I've learned the universe gives back what you give it