Thursday, 25 September 2014

Learning to Walk

This is a short poem I wrote one night when I should have been sleeping. It's my thoughts about mental illness, it's how I was feeling at the time, broken but not gone. It was untitled for a long time, but it got it's name today. Well done, little poem!

Untidy, tiny, bitten vixen
Unruly, unworldly, frightened bitch

Snap, spit, bite, spark
Fight, slash, give it to take it

Fighting, slighting, don't want to die

Climb, claw, stab, scramble
Not weak, not strong, struggling by

Up.  Rise up!  Don't listen to them
Can't hold me down, I've broken the shackles

Finally learning to walk again.

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