Anxiety/Depression, Creativity, Dealing with Grief, Poetry

Making Time

Gloom-filled dreams engulf

I wake up with a heavy heart

Chaotic feelings, loss and guilt

Flying off the chart

The entire world is flooded

Murky water everywhere

Completely overwhelmed

Anxious, feeling scared

I take my little sister

Out for a morning swim

Seriously, why did I even

Encourage her to climb on in

Giggling and playing

Like silly little clowns

An invisible force grabs hold of her

Sucking her right down

I tried to grip her hand

I’m doing my very best

She slips oh so silently

From my clutch with no protest

Scene change: I’m now running

Looking for my mum

We had a horrible screaming match

But she too

It seem

Has gone.

The feeling of her death

Hits me in my soul

Devastating grief

I still feel the massive hole

Now I’m searching for my grandparents

Desperately looking for their home

I find an abandoned house

I feel lost

I feel so alone

It frustrates me endlessly

That my morbid dreams don’t improve

Many of them are chasms

From my waking life removed

My days are usually happy

Filled with so much joy

I love my life, I love my path

But at night I live in Troy

So every morning I sit

I eke the darkness out

I simply make the space

For the angst and crushing doubt

I believe humans carry

More pain than we truly know

But when it’s stuck in our subconscious

How do we let it go?

A world that encourages us

To numb out so very much

Drugs

Cigarettes

Alcohol

All become our comfy crutch

Or we hook into social media

Watching others’ lives

Filling our heads repeatedly

With that toxic fallacious lie

That others have the answers

They’ve got things figured out

When most of us are flailing

Struggling with self-doubt

Feelings of utter loneliness

Are as universal as they come

But we block them out frantically

With all we need to get done

It takes courage to find the time

To just sit and let things be

To acknowledge the pain

Not run from the shame.

Some things in life we can’t flee

So, I’m proud of myself for making

Time to simply sit

Creating a quiet space

For all the mental shit

By the time I’m finished knitting

Words into random rhymes

I feel calmer

Happier

More centred

Every single time.

Credits

Clock Image by annca from Pixabay