How to get through it? Any ideas?How do I face a day so full of fears? Write down my feelings? Put on a mask? Confronting the issues can be a hard task.If the mask slips, will I be understood?I’d explain things more clearly if only I could.So please be more patient, try not to forget,IfContinue reading “Getting through the Day”
I’m so pissed off that nothing’s right I’m tired – and weary – I’ve no more fight. I’ll use a blade or a cigarette – Anything to let me RECONNECT. I’ll hurt no-one I’m no-one’s threat; Only I feel the pain and pay my own debt. Why are YOU angry? Why are YOU sad? It’sContinue reading “Reconnect: a poem about self-harm”
I think in verse. Not always. Not every day. But – I think in verse. when I’m distressed when I’m heading to shutdown, but more especially meltdown when my head is just so full of STUFF that I can’t get my thoughts into coherent speech when my fear, anger, self-loathing take hold of my beingContinue reading “My life in words”
What pulls the trigger, flicks the switch? Turns me into devil or witch? All that’s positive, all that’s good banished to hell and bathed in blood. Search for balance, search for worth, ways to banish the inner curse, seek the good of self before birth. Before rejection – before the pain before abuse and negativeContinue reading “Triggers: a poem about sudden changes”
Who wants the child? Who wants the lie? Who wants this waste of space? The child should die. Who’ll want this girl? Who’ll stand the cries? Who’ll soothe away her pain? Who’ll care if she dies? She wants to be wanted she doesn’t want lies she wants soothing space; she’d rather have died.
Born on a council estate, couldn’t relate, Not special, not wild – just council house child; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Migration across the world, senses unfurled, becoming a Pom – caught in maelstrom; Feeling awry, not knowing why. Learned language: the twang, idiom and slang, Then back to Britain – new script unwritten ForeignerContinue reading “I’m a person first: a poem about finding my identity”