My Practise | Writing

One of the things I realised from last semester how much I still love to write. I don't think I am particularly good at it but it is something I enjoy and I am not going to let that stop me! I don't claim to be Shakespeare but I would like to produce some piece. As of right now I don't know if it would be something short or long, fiction or nonfiction, I just don't know. All I know is I have this passion to write. Recently I have written a poem revolved around the dilemmas with mental health, more specifically depression. This is more a personal practise that maybe in the future I could incorporate into my work/ my main practises. However, I do not mind sharing them on here. I will paste the poem below. I am not a poet and again I do not think I am an amazing writer it is something personal that I enjoy doing. The reason I want to show this poem off in particular because it speaks a lot of truth. Although not intricate and articulate it crosses many issues with mental health in today's society.

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Dissociations with Depression


Sad Mirrors, bad views
Tears dripping, feeling blue
She sits aside sad and down
She can’t smile, just frowns
Self-esteem lowers, image is let go
No respect for herself, she is at an all-time low.

Days stretch, nights seem never ending
Her thoughts provoke emotions that are winding and bending
Tears continue to dampen her cheeks, 
People point and call her a freak.

Locks herself in her room away from human interactions,
Lays in her bed as her heart breaks into multiple fractions.

She could be in a hall full of people, full of noise
Nothing or no one can fill the void.
With no real reason to be sad
It gives the world an excuse to be mad, 
For she does not experience anything bad
So, the depression will continue to build and add.

Talk about your problems they will go away,
If not we will give you pills the next day.

Trapped in a mind-set that is bad and unhealthy
To get proper help you need to be wealthy
Wealth means getting a job which seems near impossible
But mental health is never an excuse, it just isn’t closable

An illness that goes unseen in adults, children and some teens
To talk about it is a trend but no one is courageous enough to stand up and bring it to an end.

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