By
Dr. Nazool Tabassum
Not an easy feat
Leaving
The port of insanity
Anchors all around
Docking mercilessly
At the port of insanity
Rusty chains, stout ropes
The witness of my shackles
At the port of insanity
Anchors of my blood
Weighing further down
into the mud
At the port of insanity
Anchors of norms
Pricking soul like horns
At the port of insanity
Anchors of the divine being
Denying me, human being
At the port of insanity
Mind games on the deck
Causing slow wreck
At the port of insanity
On the verge of ship sap
Consciousness enlighten
By lighthouse of intuition
At the port of insanity
In the dark of unconscious
Lay the key anchor
The doubt
And
The fear
At the port of insanity
Undocking swiftly
Sailed off poorly
Into the waters
Of Assurance
And
Of bravery
Far off
The Port of Insanity
Facing
The shores of sanity
Poetess is Ph.D. in Cognitive Neuroscience and teaching as a lecturer in Psychology at Westminster University London.
