Friday, 17 May 2019

The Lint Roller...



When we are born

From the moment we're pushed out

Evicted, through grunts an' shouts

It begins

The sticky stuff covering us

Starts attracting life's detritus

And it clings

The midwife may wipe it off

But that does not mean

It's not there

Collecting from life

Every hurt caused by strife

Until we're

Worn down by the weight of it

Self-worth fading bit by bit

Losing hope

Of ever recovering

As problems keep piling in

It's like a coat

Made entirely from misery

And societies warped trickeries

Heavy and coarse

And like lint roller fluff

It builds up and builds up

But...

...let's just PAUSE

As tough as the job may be

There ARE ways we can be free

Over time

By seeing each challenge

As a positive to be managed

And not a bind

And by changing our focus

From the negatives that poke at us

Soon enough

Life's lint roller will clear

We'll face the future without fear

And our fluff will have finally

Fluffed off!




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Dear Mental Health Issues...



Dear Mental Health Issues

You free-loadin' tossers!

Squatting there inside my mind

Thinking you're the bosses

Of all that's me an' all I am

Trying to make me feel

Worthless, useless, hopeless

As you gnaw at my self-esteem

Well, I've had a little look at you

And here is my assessment

So crawl, parasites, from your lair

It's time for YOUR debasement

ANXIETY, you cunning runt

Warping my perception

Of life events as you invent

Distraction through deception

Flooding me with dread and fear

Each time I dare to feel

A little spark of freedom

Or a chirpy chink of cheer!

And then there's you

 Vile PANIC ATTACK

You prick-ly, pilfering coward

Stealing all resolve from me

To make YOU feel empowered

Causing me to choke and gasp

As heart begins to pound

Sweating, trembling, vomiting

My life's clock counting down

And don't think I've forgotten you

  Clucking AGORAPHOBIA

Pecking at my liberty

By installing paranoia

Holding me a captive

Trapped inside my mind

Social trepidation

Keeping me confined

Within the walls I know as home

Where even there I fret

Thanks to your convincing me

That everywhere's a threat!

But you don't work alone with this

Your sidekick's OCD's

Each acting as my jailer

Enforcing actions on repeat

So my time is all consumed

By needy, needy you

Inducing my distress as I obsess

In all I do

Whilst YOU, dirtbag DEPRESSION

Skulk sleazily in the wings

Preparing for your entrance

When you'll play with my feelings

Instilling me with hopelessness

And blinding desolation

Revelling in my deep despair

 And disassociation 

Well, ENOUGH!

Is what I say

Each of you must go!

It may take time but all my mind

Will once more be my own

And on that day I'll celebrate

When finally it's revealed

How weak YOU are

How strong I AM

And how much YOU needed ME!




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard