He sits with sadness in his eyes, mercury-blue and moist, no light shines on his face, apart from the moon, who cups his cheek, from her perch in the sky, she understands melancholy, but he ignores her offer of help, turning away from her slender illuminating fingers, instead he pushes the pain down, burying with the rest of his misery, he shouldn’t show emotion or cry, that’s not what men do, how many times does he need to be told.
He takes a breath, agitating the mercury with woollen sleeves, he sweeps away the tears, then paints a watercolour happiness over his face, just in time, for his wife has returned to him, and when she asks how he is, in reply, with all his strength, he let’s a tear fall and tells her how he feels.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. I am big supporter of men’s mental health and this deals with men being able to open up to their partners.
I write in the margins because I used to live there an oddity, an anomaly, a correction wasting valuable space on the page until the margins became too tight to breathe in too tight to survive in so I leaked into the rest of the page sharing my words with others finding friendship and love.
I write in the margins because the margins made me.
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There it is again that distant gaze powerful, it pierces faraway sandstorms looking for the memory of where that long lost piece of you may be buried and the Afghan sun can’t even burn your eyes because you’ve stared so long, so often.
That subtle curl of lip and your eyes wander softly back in to the room amongst the lads, lagers and a few over-under dressed lasses.
There’s no sand here and you know the rain is always close-by – like us – we just hope we can help to find you some hard-earned peace.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. It’s dedicated to my friends who’ve spent time fighting for the country on faraway shores.
Opportunity rasped repeatedly at my door knuckles bloodied, bruised and broken until they were incapable of knocking again I chose to open up once silence fell with head bowed I took it’s palms in mine and healed sores with words ‘Why didn’t you answer ?‘ Opportunity asked and in my mind the truth was told – ‘there are far more deserving than I‘.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. I hope you enjoyed it. If opportunity knocks, always answer because it may take you to places you could only dream about.
Sometimes I retreat To the sunken underside Of the floating island Called my life A mollusc amongst the reeds Enjoying the pulsing silence And gentle tidal caress Feeling a weightless world On my shoulders.
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On Wednesday morning with my eyes closed I looked through the window and listened – to – the natural percussion of pouring rain drumming against mottled flagstones creating a cacophony of calm in the storm of my mind not quite serenity but not far off.
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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