The worst kind of thief there is, is the one who steals another’s words then speaks them silver-lipped and serpent-tongued or writes them with crooked finger and poisoned pen without appreciating their weight or realising their value only seeing inked shapes on paper not the skill it took in crafting those shapes so when you’re caught and our expressions of love,hope,pain & hurt are reclaimed by us the ones who have enough courage to share our story with the world I hope you are wordless, you are voiceless a blank piece of paper blowing in the wind.
This poem was written following an issue where a few people were being plagiarised. The last straw was when war poetry was stolen from the pens of others , their name displayed as the original.
This is my feeling towards people who steal the words of others and say they are their own.
the feat of self-propulsion from one’s bed whilst the sludge of self-repulsion is coursing through one’s head is an extremely powerful thing to do
through mumbled words and scratching sobs the step taken to share your thoughts with another whether it be friends, family, stranger or lover is a monument of courage
think of it, as like learning a new skill a realisation that things can and will get better but may take time to figure out displays a resilience you may not have known about
these are things I say from experience imprisoned in darkened rooms and a midnight-black bleak mind in a state of self-exile shutting out the world through obtuse notions of lacking self-worth but I overcame it and freed myself through seeking help and standing up.
Believe in You as others do even when you take the smallest of steps you are strong, brave and powerful
This poem was written for World Mental Health Day 2020. If you feel you need help with your mental health, speak to someone then contact a GP, Mental Health service or a Counselling service in your area.
Take it easy and look after yourself and each other