Where are you son? Where did you go?
Are you lost? Do you know?
Are you safe or in danger?
Someone you love or just a stranger?
Do you care?
Can you see?
Beyond your world, outside your ‘Me’?
Are those voices in your head,
Once expelled, left unsaid?
Now returned, now to plunder,
Storms and thunder.
Clouds returning to your sky,
You want to die.
Feel alone now, on your own;
Mind-made prison, man-made locks,
Treatments fail, mental blocks.
© Liola Lee 2007
Today is World Mental Health Day. For the first time ever a Minister for the Prevention of Suicide has been appointed in the United Kingdom. Let’s hope that this goes some way to helping address the issues and challenges that some people face. Any one of us could suffer from mental health issues at some stage in our lives that send us into despair. Of course only time will tell. There was a time when there was a stigma attached to admitting that you faced issues/challenges to your mental health. Thankfully, in recent years we as a society are beginning to talk more about mental health. That said, we have a long way to go as there are still so many people suffering in silence, who feel lost, afraid and feel they have no one to talk to. We need to listen more, and we need to talk more about mental health, and be more open about it. The following is a poem I wrote over a decade ago about someone very close to me who suffered from serious issues which affected his life for a long time. He has come through those issues with help and support but there were times when he did not know which way to turn. Remember, just because you can’t see something, does n’t mean it is n’t there. The poem is called ‘Lost Boy’ and I hope it resonates with some of you about this truly important issue.