Mental health
Two Poems
Trapped
Hemmed in
If I could just
Take the deepest breath
And burst the stretch of my skin.
Too full of life,
But there is no buckle
Only my toes poking out of my shoes
Picking up dirt and rain from the puddles
Squeezed onto the ground earlier that day.
If I’m not careful, I’ll start to sniffle.
Loving, pure instinct
Does what it does
Unclipped, unfixed, lives.
Rainbow cape
=/≠ (delete applicable)
shroud of shame.
Playing catch up
From the start,
The finishing line is the same
But our field is full of plot holes.
EMC
Picture: Creative Commons
Film – Feeling Blue
I wanted to try conveying an idea or message in a succinct way, so turned to some stop motion and made this:
Strength & Sadness
Strength and sadness
Constant companions.
Casting shadow and light,
Competing in flight,
Rising, racing,
Undercutting each other,
Always tied to each other,
Each comes from the other.
Sadness, galvanises,
The sense in your core
A forewarning,
Tears shed in care
Love to spare.
Strength can be softening
An offering to others
Whose hands may be tied
Or whose sadness has swept their strength to the side.
It’ll be fine
When you have no real idea
Calm in the face of fear,
Not for yourself
But for everyone else.
Though the pair are poised opposed
The gaps between them close
To nothing.
To be so sad that
All you see is drenched in blue
And still walk one foot at a time,
To be caught under duvet like cement in your bed
And still breathe,
That’s strength.
To drop a hint for help or not tell,
That is still
A well,
Of unknown depths,
Of sadness and its strength.
EMC
Photo by the author, Interior ABC, Glasgow
Take it Easy
Pushing through, improving
When you feel like you’re not moving,
Tethered, same old mooring,
Feels like you don’t know what you’re doing.
Like a boulder on your back,
A form of self-attack,
Circumstances may have stalled,
And now you beat yourself down small.
‘Should’ can help or hinder,
Indicating mistakes or wrongs.
But magnified, turned inward
can also cast some shadows, long;
I should be better
I should be further
I should know all of the answers
I should have done this
I should have fixed it
I should be creating chances.
When all the power’s in your hands
And things are not according to your plans
So the logic goes, who else is to blame;
You set the fire, feel the flames.
Embrace your own autonomy
Your independent thought is free,
That is your responsibility.
But if you’re trying your level best
When the arrows just won’t rest,
Know that you are sound,
Sometimes solutions are waiting to be found.
They may require chipping out and carving, dug with your own muster,
But some assistance or opportunity can come from another.
Supportive words, a listening ear, or two,
Someone who believes in you.
And the light might not always cast itself in your direction,
But keep seeking,
Hand outstretched,
everywhere,
And it may just be met, half way in mid air.
A lattice of interlocking light,
Shines bright as kindness keeps alight
Our hearts like stars,
Connected by these threads
Like kites, balloons, or paper planes bobbing on a mobile above your head.
Paths leaves scars as you find your way
And in the pause of some relief
Breathe in deep
Before submerging –
Because it will all come round again,
The rushing, never ending, one of those days, lack of sleep
This time when it’s really what you need,
For passions of whatever kind,
That soothe your heart and give you peace of mind.
EMC
Mind Control
Worries, stresses, unfettered,
Nerves, blush flushes, untempered.
Heat nicks my pins
Travelling toe to head,
Rushing water in a sinking ship,
It fills me up with dread.
Waking from a sleep,
My companion is on its feet.
I’m catching breath on ragged mesh
Tight wound, its marks impressed.
We’ve halted in the tunnel,
There’s no info and no signal
The doors are locked, the air gets hot,
And I envy all the couples.
If this chain reaction flies in full –
It’s the captor, it makes the rules.
Crouch down in corner,
Find out here it’s cooler,
Put my mind to work
And mine it for all its worth.
Eyes clamp shut
In myself I trust.
Paint across the conjured canvas,
Place my panic far at bay
Picture the fear flowing,
Hastily away.
These ancient mechanisms
Our in built defences
Go too far, strive too hard,
In their attempts to save us.
EMC