A collection of poems about mental health issues

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For the beautiful person who showed me hope on this desolate day

Sliver

grasping

cutting blackness,

clutching

clinging past

nothing,

panting

for air,

reaching out

from

inside pain,

desperate

raw

salted wounds

ache,

straining

grabbing

stretching

willing,

just a sliver of hope

to cling to.

hope,

like air to breath.

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Rancid menu

they served up

prejudice and misunderstanding

to me

everyday

from the same menu,

pages used

by age old patrons

same flavour

rancid,

i gagged on the rotten over-ripe fruit

soured by shame,

me

unattended

scathed

grotesque in my loneliness,

i grew tired of this menu

i left.

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Smoke

This is dedicated to all the incredible human beings who I’ve met along the way. The beautiful souls who have taken up the challenge, set out to slay the dragons and build a beautiful life. I salute you all!

am i smoking

i’m burning on the inside, hot coals

my soul lies in ash

but there’s no smoke

no one sees the charred edges, they hide deep

they’re inside of me in the tinder place

melting, my heart is melting

rubber into flames

i wish for a spark to ignite

to penetrate the outside

i wish for grey smoke to rush around my frame

so they would know

i want them to know about the fire

but the flames will scare them away

no one will remain

the stench of singed emotions

will make them leave

and i will be all alone again

with the scorched bits

and no flame

Transformation

A tribute to my support base ;- two men who so patiently, expertly and compassionately put my life back together again, a sister and daughter who held me up, a family who cared deeply, a mother who cried with me and my Heavenly Father who gave me hope. I am so grateful. You are the wind beneath my wings!

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I was there

a cargo ship outside the harbour

no port to call home, un-docked but laden

shaken by the high seas, scrubbed down

by the tides

battered, bruised

rusted anchor, severed rope, so close but so far

despondent

without safety

at risk of sinking, washed away

then they saw me with my raised red flag

and they sent for me

pulled me into the safe port

surrounded by other vessels

I found my place

they mended me, restored my anchor, re-crafted my sails

transformed

ready to conquer high seas

 

Rearrange

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you crumpled me, downsized me

to accommodate your overgrown ego

it is you who should shrink, not me

you have already broken me into tiny pieces

shards of who i was

and that magnifies your trumped up heart

you’ve replaced your brokenness with mine

used cold rhetoric

to crush who i am supposed to be

you breathe devastation, your pores

leak your very bitter essence

but you didn’t realise that light shines through shards

patterns on a flickering wall, light against dark

broken can be beautiful

broken is unbreakable

broken fragments become the artist’s palette

devastation rearranged to splendour

 

Bridge

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is there a bridge

between reason and hope,

them clutching the hard jagged stone

afraid to lose their grip,

willing themselves together

tentacles of fear snarling them up,

fact of life;-

sober, sensible,

dreams of life ;-

soul, senses,

inhaling purpose

choking on fear,

gasping desperation

breathing out fear,

taking in fear

exhaling purpose,

shrinking schism flouting fear

tentative bridge hanging with hope

 

Eerie

silence

strange how silence can be so loud

forcing through cracks

into the space in your mind

gushing in

filling voids

owning you

until there is nothing but the thunder of silence

crowding you in

like a shroud of heaviness

taking over your space

smothering you

taking your breath gulp by gulp

black weight

loud silence

no noise just faint heartbeat

overwhelming

deafening

longing for the sanctity of noise

eerie. reality.

 

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Could she

small and broken

a girl

silently screaming

in the dark,

afraid

brave on the outside

tears on the inside

empty eyes,

too frightened to emerge

would they see her

who would they see

would they notice the raised skin

the dark purple scars,

could she hide them

could she close up the wounds

and move into the light,

could she find a voice

not loud, but there

something to be heard,

could she carry herself into the open

could she blink in the sunlight,

She could.