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23/10/01 - written by a 22 year old me.
So he came into our world
A surprise one autumn day
The world outside the back door
Became his place of play
His unique song amongst the rest
His suit distinguished in the crowd
All bright and beautiful, his breast
Along he comes many visits a day
The song is heard and we look to see
A smile comes and to the window we rush
There he is on the fence or the tree
Then he bounces along the ground in search of his daily feast
The beauty of him is like new each day
Still he comes to his place of play
He wines and dines and off he fly's
We await his song in hope each day
When the seasons pass
Away he'll fly
Off he goes across the sky's
The seasons will return...
But will he?
23/10/01 - Written by a 22 year old me.
Born so small and reliant
Protected by all the giants
Fully grown they become colossus
The cycle restarts and guards they become
Ears like sails of a boat
A nose so refined a tool for all trades
Footprints in the rain like miniature moats
Eyes like jewels, emotions always displayed
A tear for a loved one
The conducts of death so like our own
They always go back
To the grave we all softly moan
A family unit built up over the years
The flapping of ears
A communication as strong as their love
This beautiful creature gentle, yet strong
They feel love, hurt and pain
What we do to them is wrong
One day they will be no more
Our world missing a peace of it's core
King of the Grass
23/10/01 - Witten by a 22 year old me.
The sun beats down
A hazy vision in the heat
The grass is still, or so it seems
Silent and cunning he feels the ground
A meal in sight
The eyes on target
He waits and he waits
The King closes in tight
Skin like the grasses
Hidden from all eyes
Elegantly he moves without a sound
A meal earned, his belly full
All he leaves behind, its carcass
Basking in sunlight, the cleaning begins
Paws busy washing
Ears busy listening
Another day passes and the globe spins
A fresh new day
A female found
Impress her he must
Or alone he will stay
The birth of the young
A life starting over
On he moves
11/01/02 - Written by a 23 year old me.
In the lake, his murky sea
Down in the darkness he waits
A ripple in the water, time to go
His tail his propeller to the shallow
Two eyes watching prey in his gallows
One last thrust before the kill
Jaws wide and ready
This snap today's first thrill
With failure, down he must retreat
Sink back down and face his feat
Invisible once again in his murky sea
Again he must wait so patiently
The day draws on and his hunger grows
A ripple, a sound and his senses awake
His propeller starts, to the shallows he goes
Mouth open ready, time for his treat
Snap go his jaws but he misses by a nose
The evening draws in food he must find
He waits and he waits, finally a sound
Slowly emerging like a submarine in the seas
Eyes on target like a snake he creeps
His prey quenching a thirst, so unaware
Finally he snaps, he's won a prize at his fair
Back down he goes happy at last
He hides his prize not willing to share
Night has come, his stomach full
Now he can rest anchored to his sea
My Super Power
My super hero power is invisibility.
Nobody can see who I really am.
A power I don't have is good agility.
All I know is I do what I can.
Each day is so very different.
No two days are ever the same.
How many energy cells have I spent?
It always feels like an energy game.
I will not always be able to join in.
Often I don't know until that day.
Many begin to forget me, in the social bin.
Please understand that if I join you, I will pay.
Having this super power is not a special gift.
Misunderstood and judged by many on the way.
Often all this results in, is causing a rift.
Meaning I sit judged and alone all day.
Please love me for who I am today.
The same person lays within this shell.
I may be limited in my movement but at times my mind can still play.
Consider me as always for when I am well.
Your mind deserves your care.
It is not always about the hair.
Looking nice ticks one box.
No point if the mind is locked.
We all want to look our best.
Feel good and be liked like the rest.
To smile from the inside out.
Now wouldn't that be worth shouting about.
Supporting one another, no stabbing in the back.
Be understanding to others giving them some slack.
Don't compare yourself to others, not such thing as perfect.
Be you and be proud, no self reject.
21st June 2021
I've always felt so able,
I've always been so strong.
That the term 'disabled'
Felt just a little wrong
But every day I fight this,
My silent, painful war;
Another piece of me is lost,
I change a little more
My illness is invisible,
Or that's what people say.
But if you look more closely,
You'll see it every day.
I hope it doesn't beat me,
I don't want to lose.
But every now and then I wish,
To live the life I choose.
Gemma Allan-Jones x
01/07/21 - Tracey
You make yourself known
Every minute of every hour
One things for certain
I am NEVER alone
It is clear you have the power
You consume my tired mind
I am chained to you and you know this
This world can be unkind
We have been together so very long
I can’t remember life before you
I resent you so much
What you have done is wrong
We are in this together
There is no way to part
My old life gone forever
You broke my strong heart
There are days you break me
I can’t cope with you here
There is no way I can be free
You are holding me too dear
The pills you force me to take
Cause me sickness and aches
A new version of me that's fake
What a tag team you make
You control me a puppet on your string
I have no say what happens to me
I am the pauper and you the King
I must accept we are to be
I don’t know your limits and fear you so much
How much pain will you give me
You push me now your my crutch
I don’t want you and I want to flee
I hate that I know you are with me to my end
No way out so let’s not pretend
You are part of me now and we come as a pair
Don’t cause my loved ones to feel despair
Your control stops me being a whole person anymore
The guilt of the things that I an no longer do
My worry that people will leave me burns a hole in my core
When my body stops you will no longer be
Joined to me no more
Then finally I will be free
Emotions are part of our life.
Not just when we have strife.
Let them out and let them flow.
Don't let anyone ever tell you NO.
It is good to laugh and good to cry.
When we welcome life or when we die.
When the emotions show their face.
Remember that they all have their place.