Tuesday, October 22, 2019

My Insanity. By Ann Christine Tabaka


 I wore my insanity
like a proud accessory,
something to flaunt.
It guarded me from reality.
It shielded me from responsibility.
The words “I can’t help it,”
came so easily.
They were always on my lips.
Pain and circumstances were real,
but I allowed them to live me.
Snaking through another day of
disillusion, one excuse at a time.
I accepted who I was,
I was not proud of it.
Lying on my bed of sand
sinking deeper into my madness.
I learned to use my shiny

jewel like a crown of glory. 







Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.






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