After all that time

 

 

hour spent, shut, into a classroom –
terrifying tomb
in plain clothes alongside a dozen other adult learners –
their eyes on the paper –
mine on the shuffling blinds
as the open window lets in some relief

45 minutes to go

i should concentrate
one of the questions
that one, no
too difficult
pick another
q2?
no, don’t like that one either

an alarm vibrates the air

shaking us all from private places by the root
the fire bell, brilliant
told to forget our bags, no chance
and leave the building

we file out

mixing in with other the pupils

 

(from Put me Down, I’m  Terrible)

K.L


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What about Love?

photo of person holding multicolored heart decor
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age, gender, sexuality
all you & they talk of

what are they? how old is she?

they’re what, 15 years apart?

that will never last
you will see

what is in an age, but numbers
what is in a person, but
a heart

dare i say it, ask
ok, whisper
what about love
what if they love one another?

love is a new born babe, an adorable cat meme,
transparent soap bubbles, the view from the window
of an aeroplane

what if it is love?
do you think before you love?

what a shame – fall first &reassess later

our heart has more sense than our prejudice


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mum doesn’t think depression exists “it’s a state of mind, of attitude”

I have had a poem titled mum doesn’t think depression exists
“it’s a state of mind, of attitude” in the latest issue of Ghost City Press review. It’s a poem from the point of view of somebody who suffers from depression and takes in symptoms, stigma, and when it lifts temporarily. Here is the link

the hollowed emptiness
feels as if it is something
you walk around with
solely
tasked with trying to fill it

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Third bit of news is I have mastered the art of cooking an omelette.

They aren’t visual masterpieces, but they do taste like an omelette. I have never been a cook, I used to hate cooking, but you can’t live on junk food and live to a grand old age, can you? Or be happy either. No-one really likes leftover noodles for breakfast, do they?

Lexi Vranick blog post titled Empowerment Through Advocacy (or, How I Became a Mental Health Advocate)

I want to share a link with you, a blog post from Lexi Vranick titled Empowerment Through Advocacy (or, How I Became a Mental Health Advocate)

It isn’t easy to discuss the subjects of mental health and suicide. Lexi touches on that, giving insight into having depression, going to therapy, medication, the stigma attached to it all and advocacy and feeling empowered by talking and helping other people in the process. She also introduces her #MakeYourLight project. A well written piece and I would recommend you take a few minutes to read it.

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