Caught

Our world is my scary place

Terrifying

Demanding

I want to be alone

Solitude my safe place

Out of sight

Out of mind
I want a place for me

No pressure or expectations

Quiet

Free

But I’m stuck inside my own head

Thought after thought

Churning

Rolling
Whizzing past, each connected by the smallest thread

Clinging

Auto pilot taking over my day

Oblivious

Hidden in plain sight

My mind my shield
Weak

Penetrated by the smallest change of tone

Flash of disappointment

Anger in the eyes

My mind is a whirlwind
An obsession

Every angle combed

Every person I’ve ever met breaking in

Good, bad, fun, scary, sad

My mind is never quiet

My mind won’t set me free

#LoveMe Day Twenty: Something I Love To Wear

I recently completed a two part poetry workshop. Poetry is not something I’ve ever been into before, I never understood it, or how to write it. As with most things however, this was because I was over thinking it.

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The workshop was put on by the organization that runs my depression support group. I’m always keen to advance my writing skills and also to branch out, so I eagerly signed up for the workshop and I have now written and edited several poems!

The reason that I’m sharing this, is because one of the exercises during the first session was to write about an item of clothing and how it relates to the person who owns it.

I chose to write a peom about my Spyro Onesie. It’s a very basic poem, one of the first I’ve ever written. I’m way more nervous about sharing it than I should be, but it’s because I know poetry is not my strong point. We all have to start somewhere though.

Onesie

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Purple, yellow, orange
Soft, warm, inviting
Fabric hanging limply, weighed down
By appendages
Horns, wings, a tail.

Bright, happy, wondrous
Kind, friendly, thoughtful
Shoulders often drooping, weighed down
By lifes stresses
Money, work, depression.

Tail trailing behind,
Waggling side to side
Free as a bird, moving
On its own
Stuck to the backside

Mind wandering freely
Thoughts both good and bad
Wandering far and wide, far
And wide
Trapped by its own confines.

Smiles and Sunshine
Katie

Poem: Some Days

Some days I just don’t
No rhyme or reason
To-do list so long
No consequences
Except my brain
Just my brain

Some days I just can’t
Even though it’s all good
No outside world
I’m hiding away
Just because
Just because

Some days are like this
Unexpected
Unprovoked
Few and far between
At least I hope
I so hope

Some days are not happy
But neither are sad
They just are
Just get through
Tomorrow I’ll shine
I’ll shine, I’ll shine

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