My words are my past, not just words on a page for someone to read but true feelings of sadness, anger, pain, suffering, depression, anxiety, loss, grief. Every raw emotion I’ve ever felt, each time I’ve fell and landed rock bottom but clawed my way back out of the darkness. The positive mixed with negatives are what makes me the man I am today.
Society today still frowns upon the stigma attached to mental health, people adapt but become broken, hopefully eventually start reclaiming what life stole from them piece by piece. Often it takes a long time to come to terms with what’s been dealt, some you’ll never totally recover from but you’ll learn certain techniques that help ease your issues.
I wrote two new poems about journeys I’ve lived through. Both relate but differ in so many ways. I find my writing helps develop my skills to except what life threw at me in so many different situations.
If for whatever reason your going through some kind of darkness that has started to attack you from the inside then please talk about your issues, make an appointment, just talk about it NOW, it’s not a sign of weakness to seek help. Everybody travels a different path but we all kinda meet up somewhere along the way.
The Samaritans will always listen on 116 123(UK) or simular 1-800-273-TALK(8255) USA
If you just need someone to listen, to talk, to help.
I’ve held onto life by the skin of my teeth, lost the digits but not the grip, held on for dear life whilst this roller coaster dealt it’s devastating turns that I must admit dug deeper than any times that hurt.
Wrestled the mind bending struggles, raged the forever rolling sorrows. This never ending avenue I’ve been dragged through listening to the screams of yesterdays Dark Tones.
Sadness visits like ghosts appear when the madness meets the memories I’ve lived with. Ordeals that shake foundations that break your world in slow motion. Leaving you gasping, unable and broken.
Mindless attacks that stole half my sight but never lost the spirit that still shines as bright. Relived the tragedies to feel the pain that bluntly refused to leave.
Deleted the agony I could no longer take before the demons attack had me totally enslaved.
Grieving black cotton I’ve worn way too often. Coped with the heartache when true love left me, tearfully watched has my Angels gained their wings and sadly left me, felt so alone I could myself have tapped but chose to stand, head up and fight.
Today I walk amongst the dreams of yesterdays full smiles like grieving tattoos I’ve etched upon my heart. Held on to all the greatest moments that live within my soul and as long as I am living I’ll never let them go.
By, L D Wright
Waves crashed against the rocks, over time created from the past looking back at us, breaking towards the future yet receding into a peaceful feature.
The mountain streams running towards you, gracefully shaping landscapes like an invisible uncontrolled order.
Rolling into unrecognisable angry rapids, smashing over misplaced boulders, astonishing, mesmerising waterfalls resting in pools of bliss before forever drifting forward from the past into the future postcards we long too witness.
Sneaking through villages, raging past cities. Like a never ending roller coaster , meandering lanes of different directions.
Colliding on the beaches, escaping to the oceans becoming the waves crashing back towards us.
Eroding into future paths for tomorrows footsteps, a never ending energy of natural selection that carries on regardless.
Powerful enough to take, snatch and break what it pleases but peacefully cleanses yesterdays apologies.
An Almighty force that enters, floods, subsides like thoughts of the tears I shed when the sadness stole my smiles.
Yesterdays rivers thrown towards the sea like the memories I have breathed. Life became the river that flowed right through my veins, left the scars, the times I hate.
The sadness and the smiles, all the greatest times mixed together with cascading effects, the needless attacks, the peaceful states before the crashing echoes began again.
A never ending story that changes day by day until the river hits the beaches and dissappears into the haze of a forever changing process that dies and lives again.
Life becomes the estuary that mixes with the sea and changes occur that no one else will see. Creating new life or forever lost in time.
My wish, that my wave crashes back and meets the rock I’ve stepped upon and my journey never quits, hopefully I share it with a smile.
Lee David Wright