Grandson
This poem from Pearl is about the impact of Covid on families and children.
GRANDSON
I put my hands out, little boy
To dance together, act your play,
But: “What about the germs?” you say.
You child of four,
You precious one
No touch, no contact,
No more fun?
Reminding me who should know more-
Covid rules, Covid law.
What life is this?
Can’t dance my ‘son-
A person’s life barely begun-
Like this !!?
It must be wrong ?
What’s in your head?
What make you of this?
Masked adults, mustn’t kiss
We never had before like this,
Rules on rules
Locked inside out,
Timeless hours, screaming sirens, fallen flowers.
Trembling armies work to save
Children, finance, dying
Patients from their graves,
Screened by plastic PPE,
I feel so helpless,
Infant me.
We never knew, our lives were safe,
We held each other dear and far,
You saw my smile,
My joy in you, life on pause we’re living now,
I pray there’s time for us to see
A different future,
You and me.
Surviving This
This poem by Pearl reflects on the pandemic. Thank you for sharing your words with us Pearl.
Surviving This
No use of armies, bombs or guns,
Invisibly silent, with stealth
It comes, to choke the life from in our lungs.
No shield can stop its mad advance, its leading us a merry dance.
Risk factors out the chance that we will catch this vile bug,
Then pass it on to those we hug
And hold so close within our hearts.
‘Scopic warriors, spiked and deadly
Breeding in us
Causing chaos,
This is History in the making, if we survive this we are breaking
Worldwide chains of spread,
God knows we need this virus dead.
All ages, stages, Life on pause,
From young to old, direct or indirect, it changes paths of Life,
Cutting through us with its knife.
We must be fierce,
Like those before in other Wars,
Not let its march delete our species,
Fight together,
Stay apart,
Wear masks to shield our weakest links,
Wash its bodies down our sinks.
Whatever’s done to us before,
We need our strength now even more,
We’re used to trauma, know the score,
Know what triggers are our flaw,
We have more than fear to mask
Surviving this now is our task.
We matter here, deserve to live,
We ALL have so much more to give.
Right now is History we can make,
How many of us it will take
I do not know,
But Inner Strength to follow rules
Will be our armour from this foe,
We must deplete it
Now, or go.
We’re In This Together
Thank you to Mollie (not her real name) for sharing this amazing poem; her words emphasize the importance of compassion, connection and coming together during these difficult times.
We’re in this together
Let’s hope for joy
Oh boy oh boy we all need some joy
Let’s show the world we can smile
Even if it is for a while
Let’s look after one another
So we can beat this together
As we fight the fight
I am sure we will be alright
Let’s pull together
Now more than ever
– Stay safe please, Mollie
Only A Trigger
Pearl has written this amazing poem while in lockdown, reflecting on how the current situation has triggered a lot of memories and emotions.
Lockdown……
Shockdown.
I’m as small as I was-
No escape- because
I have to obey,
Nothing’s my way,
I’m out of control,
I’ve lost my role,
I’m spiralling down
Into the pit
Where the Demons sit
And laugh, so smug
at my innocent cries,
My infant ides
In shrouds of dust,
I know I must
Obey this ‘man’,
This Power, this sham.
I have no say,
No voice to speak,
No sound, too weak.
I must just breathe,
That’s all I can do,
I know if I breathe
It will carry me through
and back into sunlight, where I can be FREE,
Back to my adult self.
Back to be me.
I know I can beat this,
Can rise up and sing,
Its only a trigger
This ‘Lockdown’ thing.
BUT, I’m silent with fear, like a mouse scared to tread,
Frightened of surfaces, scared to be dead.
I feel unclean, unseen…..
Only on screen,
Storing up eye-strain,
Developing Blue brain,
Tapping my life out,
Snipping my hair-
That’s hard- to be fair.
Thank God for Wotsap,
Thank God I’m still
here to clap,
Every Thursday.
It’s silly I know,
The big fear is outside,
I’m safe in my house,
Being Virtual mouse,
But the Big Fear is in me,
inside my head,
It’s haunting and calling
Me down to be dead.
I have to not listen,
Not fall for their lies,
I have to keep going,
My Phoenix must rise.
P’raps I should learn this,
NOW may be the time,
My jailers are long dead,
The Demons are mine.
More Snow
Thank you to Ann for sending through her second poem about snow. It’s really powerful.
I used to like it lay its cloak,
Felt safe around me,
Nothing broke,
Nothing shattered,
Nothing lost
No nightmares where my brain
was tossed.
Serene and silent,
Quiet and quaint
People sparkling,
Glittered paint.
On every treetop,shrub and rock,
It spread itself
With sugared swirl,
THEN,I was
Always “Daddy’s girl”.
BUT NOW,
NOW, Darth Vader
Comes in white
He cracks and snaps
Throughout the night,
Then LIES
Serene
and vacuum-still,
His brightness stuns the room until
He grips with claws
My frozen jaws,
Shakes my bones
and shreds my skin.
how could I let this
Bastard in?
Snow
Thank you Ann for sending in this poem.
It bites,
Its raw,
It moves my floor,
It steals my feet
My life and more.
It makes me score
What hurt? What dirt?
How much? how deep?
Never,ever sleep
The same again.
Over all my world
It Dominates.
When whiteness lies
I’m cut to size
I’m curled in fear-
arm over ear,
Terrified by the Power,
Anyhow,anytime,
Every hour
but most in darkness.
Rocking now,
Holding brow,
When its over me
I’m small and tiny,
“Mini-me”
Can’t stop
The drop
to Hell.
Falling ,falling,
Not like rain
On my face-
splattered pane.
Whiteness,
Void, but
Nothing’s free,
There’s always price
to pay
for Whiteness-
Freedom’s gone
Away.
Galleons
Thank you to Ann for submitting this poem.
From the mist
Sails a Pirate ship.
To Blast you from the water,
Ruin life with your daughter,
Your son, your wife …. Your
Life.
Turn you outside in,
Don’t ever think you’ll win,
It won’t ever go away,
You know, that
Living death,
Black spot,
Rifled, shot,
Feel insane?
It’s in your brain
Tricking you
That ‘then’ is ‘now’,
“Poor cow”,
locked in at night,
sealed by fright,
Your bones will turn to dust.
Because you cannot trust
even You.
But….
Grab that boat
And crash it down.
Slash its sails and
Watch it drown.
Unfurl your sails
And sally forth,
You own the sea,
The sky, the Earth,
You’ve owned it
Since you had your birth.
They stole life from you.
Your right to be
A happy galleon
Sailing free.
In your shoes,
They’d have sunken
Long before
You made the journey
Back to shore.
Command the Ocean,
Dare them drown,
Own your peace
Erase your frown.
Be proud of you,
Be proud of me,
Together
We make RSVP.
Triggers
Thank you to Ann for sending us this poem about triggers. Anything can be a trigger, and it can be hard to navigate the world knowing you might be painfully triggered.
You can be “alright”,
Actually “fine”,
I mean
Actually present,
Actually there,
Do I dare
to say
“OK”?…….
It hits,
You’re gun shot
that quick!
The needles stick,
The walls hit
That slick!
The fog descends,
Under the blanket
You wrestle to regain
Pain –
Control
From bleeding out
Your heart.
It’s futile,
You’re immobile
You choke and splutter
Stutter, mutter, it
Traps you,
Flaps you.
Try in vain
To regain
“You”,
Without this pain.
Then, after time,
Shaft of light,
A branch,
A twig,
A stepping stone
To somewhere bright.
A foothold
Up towards the light.
A hand to grab
A tool to stab
The bastard trigger
Dead.
Then, breathless,
Plaster on,
Carry on,
You struggle back
to being “You” ,
but know the score,
the gunshot bore,
the gaping hole,
Scarred but
Double hard,
You’ll know it next time,
More control,
Smaller hole
In your head.
In your heart
You start
Again
To fit the mould.
Halt the cold,
The ice –
incise
Shard,
Steely hard
Knife
That stabs
Your life.
You have to beat it,
Melt it out,
Burn the sucker
Have no doubt.
Regain control,
Ignore the blip
You mustn’t
ever let
“You” slip.
Looking Back, Looking Forward
Lisa has written the following piece after a therapy session, it is something that she’s been thinking about a lot. She reflects on how therapy is proving to be very helpful and that despite still having bad days she feels she is getting stronger every day. Thank you Lisa for your powerful words, we are certain that they will speak to many survivors.
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For most of my life I’ve largely blocked out my past, been too anxious to enjoy the present and feared the future. But over the past 4 years whilst undergoing counselling, going through the experience of reporting the abuse, attending court and giving my evidence and receiving psychotherapy for post trauma stress, I’ve had to face my past, present and future. It’s been terrifying, heartbreaking, hard, empowering, liberating and surreal in equal measure.
The reality I’ve learnt is that I have to look back to have any chance of enjoying the present and having the future I hope for.
Through my therapy I now know that my past has controlled me for as long as I can remember. Every decision and every step has origins in the abuse I suffered as a child. My no self worth led me to accept things I should have known were not good enough, my fear and anxiety stopped me from being spontaneous and taking any risks, the emotional and physical scars caused me a lifetime of pain and disability.
Blocking out the abuse meant I accepted years of loneliness, disappointments and sadness because I believed that’s all I deserved. Each day my expectations were low – I kept them low because I was used to life that way and I learnt that if I expected the least then if anything happened that was good, that would be a bonus.
I see now I thought controlling everything meant nothing bad would ever happen to me again. The truth is I suspended my life…not in time but definitely in living. I was scared to live because I had seen the worse side of it.
It was so hard to take that step forward to have counselling, to finally acknowledge to myself just how sad and lost I was. It was incredibly hard to make the decision to report the abuse, to have to open up and expose my vulnerability and fear. And it was scary to walk into psychotherapy knowing for me that this was my best chance to finally be able to cherish the here and now, and find my peaceful future.
Taking the path I chose is not the right one for everyone but for me it has been. I’m still on that path but I’m much further along it than I ever dreamed when I stepped on it 4 years ago. The nightmares of my past are becoming fainter and I’m increasingly able to handle them when they feel near, my belief in myself and self worth grows daily. I’m beginning to enjoy the here and now, cherishing being alive rather than feeling it is a chore, and my hope for my future as a more peaceful and hopeful one, grows daily.
To all survivors out there I hope you find your own path. Remember that we are so very much stronger, braver, courageous and determined than we know. Don’t be scared to look back because in doing so you can look forward to the life you deserve.
RSVP
This poem about RSVP was written by Ann. Thank you Ann for your warm words. And sorry about the clumsy lifts! 🙂
Don’t take this from me,
This calm of places,
The arms that hug me,
The smiling faces.
I need to come here,
I need to fit,
I just need to be
Allowed to sit.
It’s precious now,
To those who come,
It’s strength in numbers,
It allows us fun.
It smells of safety,
It smells of nice.
I feel warm here,
There’s no ice.
The buzzer on the wall,
The clumsy lifts,
The mouse-size toilets,
No-one fits.
The chairs,
The cushions,
The bing-bong bell,
Safe oasis
From our hell.
Don’t take this from me,
I need it here.
I need to know
That others fear,
Reach and huddle,
Meet and cuddle,
Know I’m breathing,
Know I’m here,
Know that
These are people
I don’t have to fear.