A Collection of Poetry About Obsessive Compulsive Disorder: Red Gray White Black, The Count, Obsessed
A day in the life of someone suffering from OCD or Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder can be a difficult one full of repetitions that can be debilitating and stop their ability to live. In “Red Gray White Black”we see how someone with OCD can hold onto a color and it takes them into another world of connection. For them red may represent a flower but that thought takes them hours to let go of, to a point of obsession. In “The Count”we hear the inner monologue of someone living with the disease. How does their mind work? How do they make it through a day? How long does it take them to get ready for work and get out the door? It is sadly a continuous game of counting to achieve their moment to moment goals to live their life. In “The Obsessed”we see what someone with OCD understands their life to be as they reflect on their lives. Remembering back to a time when they were normal and reminding us that they would love nothing more than to go back to that time but the repetition won’t let them go anywhere but where they are, in the moment, doing their routines. They just want to be normal, they just want to live again.
***This piece is not written specifically for a male or female.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Memories often throw me for a loop
Loops throw me for a whirl
Whirls take me to circles
And circles
And more circles
And and and…
Finally, I land back at home
Stuck like a mime in my reality
That is a dark cloud walking on the ground
Unable to live in the sky because it is sick
Like all sick things it cannot function
Like me it cannot live.
But I want
I want to live.
My mind won’t let me
Like a light that never changes
Hand blinking red
I wait
Hand blinking red
Waiting
Numbers begin to count down
Anticipation to see the walking man
Red hand
Legs begin to shake
My mind knows it should be time to go
Mind moving forward without moving
Brain bubbling over like a happy new year’s message I never got
Red hand
I want to live.
There are rules to life
I follow the rules
Rules are here for a reason and I follow them
Red means stop
Green means go
Yellow confuses me