A poem to mark ‘World Mental Health Day’.
After a decent period of calm, I’m back ‘clinging to the edges’, or ‘circling the drain’ as I sometimes refer to it.
I am much better equipped to deal with it now, so I know I’ll be ok. There are others who are not, however, and they need your help. Even if they are, they will still appreciate your kindness. I know I always do.
This Feeling…
It always starts this way,
out of sorts, out of tune.
Sometimes I know why,
mostly it just is.
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This feeling that I get,
the start of a fall.
A sense of foreboding,
an inner distress.
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Weighed down by thoughts,
that pull at my soul.
I cling to the edges,
but lose my grip.
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The darkness is calling,
shouting my name.
I try to resist it,
a hopeless task.
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I’ve been here before,
I know what to do.
Just ride it out,
wait for the light.
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The day may come,
when the cycle breaks.
I can’t get home,
there’s no way out.
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If the moment arrives,
don’t blame yourself.
There’s just no escape,
for people like me.
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I know that’s not true,
It’s just how I think.
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It’s just how we think.
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It’s just how they thought.
❤️
I could see you have been in a “good space” for some time, Phill. Hoping the difficult days will be brief, and glad you have your writing as an anchor through it all.
Thanks Amy.