Sanity

before i write, this isn't a poem but more of just some creative writing i did once, its how i see sanity Your sanity is like a soft toy given to a toddler. When you are born you sanity is whole, not a piece out of place just like a soft toy but as time goes on it used, worn and torn. A soft toy starts out as a whole, not a thread out of place but as that soft toy is used by the toddler, it’s sucked on and played with. The edges are pulled at and tugged and eventually the first t hread snaps. Just like your sanity, after every tough spot in life, after every moment of agonising torture you start to slip and snap. You start to teeter towards the ledge and are one step away from insanity. Just like a soft toy, it starts out as a whole but slowly, one by one, the threads start to snap and break under all the tugging and pressure. As time goes on, you do the same and at the end, before you lose it all, there is just a single thread holding you on to life, a single thread that is what is saving you. But then the child continues to play with that single piece of cotton left from the toy, continue to tug at it and play with it. Eventually the pressure start to build and thread by thread it starts to fray, it starts to break. Then the last frail piece of thread from that last delicate piece of cotton snaps and that’s it, that’s the end of it all. You fall into an emotional turmoil and spiral down into a full blackness of nothing. You lose all life and all life leaves your eyes. You have finally lost the whole of your soul and there is nothing left but a dead, empty shell. Just like that soft toy. It started as a whole with everything together and not one piece of cotton out of place, not one piece of stuffing missing but as that toddler plays with the soft toy, it frays. All life is lost when that last piece of thread snaps from that delicate piece of cotton. Your sanity is a soft toy given to a toddler.