This week we are focusing on poetry and how writing down our feelings creatively can have an impact on our mental health. Across the week we will be publishing a range of poems, these poems do not belong to ECBC and have been submitted by external writers.
Todays poem was submitted by Lily May.
It’s here
It’s back
The Black.
Creeping into sight,
As a storm cloud might.
Hide, run, find cover,
It’s bigger than the others.
The downpour hard
And bitter
I’m not yet a quitter
But maybe one day.
Snatching breaths
Pushing on,
The mask
Is firmly on.
Comfort is comfort
Not a hug or a song
Hatred, fear
Are the things that I long.
It’s familiar
Do I sink or swim?
Drown in gin?
Seeking validation in everything
I do or say
Why must it be this way?
A heavy burden
Hard to understand for some
How can I feel I’m done?
So many positives,
So many treasures,
I find no pleasure
I’m numb.
I’m fat
I’m worthless
I’m sad
I’m angry
I’m scared
I’m tired
I’m miserable
I’m struggling
Is this fair?
I know it will pass
It has before
But it’s still there,
hovering at my door.
Stay away
Go away
I can’t take any more.
Let me break down that door,
And breathe
And live
And soar.
I want more
Light
Not dark
You’ve made your mark
Now go
It’s time to breathe
No more.
