Words to find~

Words To Find

Sitting here, 

Pen in hand,

A room in a house,

In no-man’s land.

Thoughts to mind,

Unleash, unwind,

Pen to paper, 

Words to find.

There’s food in the cupboard,

Even more in the drawer;

There’s stock in abundance:

Write notes, score.

Letters flying around in my head,

Jumbled confusion,

Lines left unsaid.

Ideas I now beckon,

Forth from the depths:

Subconscious creations,

Unchained loose kept.

The way now is open,

Quite tidy, quite clear:

March onward and forward,

Success, sweet and sincere.

© Liola Lee 2007

 

 

 

 

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Lost Boy

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.

Lost Boy

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,

Progress threatened,

Storms and thunder.

Clouds returning to your sky,

Life-less travelled,

You want to die.

Feel alone now, on your own;

Mind-made prison, man-made locks,

Treatments fail, mental blocks.

© Liola Lee 2007