Road Less Travelled

Hope you all had a...

This was the cover of a card I got for Easter (as you can imagine, chocolate is a strict no-no)

I ♥ Pugs

Introduction: Yesterday I got my first leave from the hospital in yonks and so me and my family went out to the country for a picnic and a long country walk. And (drumroll please) all the photos for this poem were taken by me in the countryside except for the clouds one :) The following poem is about the myriad of mental illnesses out there and I hope to offer you all a little hope. I'm trying to be optimistic at the moment so...


:) :) ENJOY :) :)


ROAD LESS TRAVELLED

Continue ahead, Christ's sat-nav said,

No veering left nor right.

Diverting your route as uncommon as

Fork of fortune's bent, grey tines.

Life's flock flies as a unit,

A few straggler's left behind.

With their bird song hoarse, they wander off course

Into the back roads of mind.

Each bypass is its own,

Each track has its own traits,

The cement between the paving stones

Is set in love and hate.

My road is fenced by concrete

And sneers of spiked barbed wire.

A cinder's footsteps on my tail,

There's no turning back, you liar.

But I put up my walls

Not to keep others out,

But to see who cares and loves enough

To tear my tall walls down.

I scrawl my angel's message

With dove-feathered quill.

It catches in a passing wind,

Read my letter, take your pill:

Nails don't always fit their fingers,

Voices sometimes hate their singers,

For what they've done, where they bring them -

Into trauma's tides.

You drop your halo, you fall to your knees,

With a shiver, you beg the heavens, please,

Restore my courage, bring back these

Pieces that make me whole.

Your deepest sorrows need not be drowned.

Oh sweetest poison that you found

Will clench its fists, crudely pound

Your sparks into the earth. 


There are things in life you truly love
More than snorted snow or the heavens above.
His wick ignited by ripples of
A pond left punctured by stones.

Children of men, wet leeches latch

Onto tender, ivory skull.

They absorb the glow from behind their eyes

And beat it to a pulp.

Humans breathe, humans sleep,

In your vortex, you live warped ways.

One who cannot meet her own demands,

A gremlin-groped girl, did say:

Don't let people spoil your day,

By what they do or what they say,

It does not matter anyway,

They are only passing clouds.

Notes

- The image of roads, tracks, bypasses etc. is an extension of the idea of getting back on track from the poem dedicated to my sister 'Deirfiúr'.

- The juxtaposition of concrete and barbed wire imagery with the rural photos represents my confusion and the path I must take between my illness and recovery (from the confined barbed wire to the free countryside).

- If any of you out there are into nature (personally I'm not) then that white flower above is a Narcissus and is called Pheasant-Eye, or so said a passer-by.

- Each verse of the letter in this poem refers to a different mental issue and they follow in this order

1. Child Abuse
2. Anxiety
3. Alcohol Addiction
4. Drug Addiction
5. Depression
6. Anorexia
7. Well... The final verse was actually a little message given to Yumi by her dad, but it is relevant for all of us. We've all just got to roll with the punches and live in the moment.

Enough of the heavy stuff, here's a little humour for your Bank Holiday Monday

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I took a snap of this in Asquith's Teddy Bear Shop in Henley. I recommend a visit, it's the cutest shop you'll ever visit :3

Teehee. If you like animal humour, you HAVE to watch BBC's Walk On The Wild Side, it's bloody hilarious XD

It looks like summer is finally on the way which is symbolic of many things for me (literally light at the end of the tunnel if you'll excuse the cliché). Speaking of seasons beginning, give this song a listen, utterly beautiful: Elephant Gun by Beirut

Quit your jibber-jabber, I hear you say.

Signing off and all the best,
LL x

P.S. I always love comments, so please, please, please, any feedback at all is welcome.

:)