World Mental Health Day 2020- Take Time

To mark this year’s World Mental Health Day I thought I would share a poem.

Over the past two years a number of deliberate life changes previously mentioned in last years WMH day blog have helped me overcome symptoms of complex PTSD.

Throughout this time of healing poetry – writing and performing it- has helped me to explore and express issues that I have been dealing with as well as overcoming fears and connecting with others. So it feels appropriate to share this today.

Take Time

Life has taught me

The importance of time

Not just being at the right place

Or finding time to lime

But taking time to face

The fears and feelings

We don’t want to trace

To allow for some healing

Sometimes we are just

Freewheeling

Through life

Navigating

between lust

And relationship strife

Alternating

Between stresses

And appreciating

Blesses

But not concentrating

On our internal needs

The underlying issues

That grow like weeds

The inner child

We forget to feed

Or the self love

That provides the seeds

to truly grow

A life to be in awe of.

We may not see

The light that glows

Internally

If we are fighting fires

Externally

Everyone else’s pacifiers

Constantly battling

Infernally

Before we are tackling

Our own necessities.

So our time is precious

And Me time is necessary

And should be consciously

arranged in our diary

Whatever that looks like

For you is the way

Riding a bike

Having therapy

Writing or singing a song

No time spent

with yourself is wrong

It doesn’t matter

What you do so long

As you have time to breathe

Reflect, renew

The most important

Thing to do

Is YOU taking time

To be with YOU

Camp

Reflections of my visit to a monument on the site of a concentration camp in Riga, Latvia which at the time was still in the USSR. The monument had the words ‘Behind these Walls the Earth is Moaning’ inscribed on it.        

The Train track

Leers it ugly past

It crowded its cattle

And shoved them there.

Behind

These Walls

The Earth

Is Moaning

The towering

Bodies

Shadow

The Ground.

So Big,

The grounds

 Are so

Immense.

Notches

On the

Wall filled

With dust,

Like the

Latest

Conquest

On a

Tired Old

Man’s Bed.

Eerie

Silence.

Except for the click of tourists and

The statistics of a communist guide.

The train track

Leers it’s ugly past

The coach ignores it.

The tour is over.

And speeds off to see another site.

Jackie Sear 10/7/1988

This was chosen by poet and author, Jackie Kay, as the winning poem in a competition at Hammersmith & West London College in 1989.