Are you mad?
They ask, in a voice
That betrays, their masked concern and love
Disbelief and also regret.
To me
It sounds like
“Are you alive?”
And the answer is
Yes.
I am safe in my madness
Alive.
In my own way.
I can curl up in the space
Between sanity and insanity
And breathe the unadulterated air
Non judged
Not caged
Not slotted into
Mundane meanings.
I am free.
If you have to understand me,
You have to really let go ;
Of doing just that.
Because in your understanding ,
I am imprisoned .
Let me dream.
In the process
I might come to understand the boundaries;
But I would’ve experienced the expanse.
Let me fly.
In the process
My wings might chip
But I would have soared
The height my heart wants to scale.
Let me walk on water.
In the process
I might drown and die;
