A Poem: Senses
A group of young survivors at The Green House created some amazing poetry over the summer in the Finding the Words workshops. Below is their collaborative poem:
I am someone
I am discovering another corner of life
I am standing in denial
My eyes warp into a reality I do not wish to accept
I am looking at the paths diverging in a wood
I am a rose bush blooming and growing when I feel my time appearing
I am staring out the window
The moon is shining lighting up the pavement outside
I am chilling with my cats
I am the moon up in the sky
I am feeling achy, but I am pleased to be here
I am a little soggy, but I am glad to be in the warm.
I feel people will laugh at me, and not believe. I still believe.
I feel excited
I feel like a goddess with my cats
I feel warm and safe and grateful to be alive
I feel the pressure to contain the happiness whilst carrying someone else’s.
I feel I don’t always know my feelings
I feel strain in the shoulder like a creaky door
I feel like I am in the eye of a storm
I feel dreadful silence
The silence that was as agonising as the sound of flatline
The sound of death.
I know I am welcome here
I know I matter
I know I shouldn’t be afraid to be myself and to stand out.
I know that rage has wisdom and power
I know this feeling all too well, so why am I in denial?
Denial will only lead me to my own flatline.
I know the good senses throughout the bleak time zones of society.
I know cats are the best way to calm down
I know that I am loved, I didn’t but I do now
I know we all need love, when we are ready for it
There will always be love.
I believe in the moon, the stars and the sun
In all the magic within me
I believe every little thing is gonna be alright
I believe I can do impossible things
I believe there is hope for the future
Life changes to move on
I believe the rhythm of ideas will continue to run through my creative lifestyle
I believe this is all my fault
I could have saved this but I didn’t.
What was standing in my way?
I believe that dragons can be slain and tamed and flown through the sky on the backs of
I believe that better times are on their way
I believe cats give happiness.
I will not shrink down
I will not stand for this…
I cannot let them haunt me like a never-ending nightmare shackled in my brain
‘I will’ is a statement of intent.
What is my intent?
I will be the best version of myself and I will make sure I take care of myself no matter what.
I will share this light with people near to me, making sure it is not dimmed by their own light
I will shed my shaming stories, slowly but surely, like skins
I will be what I can be in a set time of life
I will dance and make the most of it.