A diagnosis,
a prognosis,
follow
a suicide attempt
or two,
or three.
The voices
‘He tells me…
She tells me…
They tell me…’
A new world
revealed;
a world in
a troubled mind.
A world in
a boy so fine.
A boy,
a first born,
a long-awaited son,
a first born
waited for
in a hospital bed,
for three long months;
to keep him,
not lose him.
‘A patient patient’
they called
his mother,
as they pumped her
full of sedative.
The voices
‘He tells me…
She tells me…
They tell me…’
A different world.
A troubled mind;
where did it all go
wrong?
How can we put it
right?
Polly Stretton © 2012
28/05/2012 at 07:29
whoa,what was that?i was lost in there honey…an act of irony you did it so well, kinda awed and shocked in here..brilliant!
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28/05/2012 at 08:10
Thanks for your thoughts, jymiely – glad you got something out of this one – a complex topic, mental illness
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28/05/2012 at 08:14
ahhhrg, thank you for the hint, my brow had become bacon after reading hehe 🙂
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28/05/2012 at 08:18
You are a star 🙂
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28/05/2012 at 08:36
Tough, tough subject to tackle, so painful and emotional. I know a mother/son situation like that and it really destroyed so many lives. It takes a poem to express the unsayable.
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28/05/2012 at 13:39
Yes, I agree, Marina, sometimes poetry is just the right vehicle to tackle sensitive and/or difficult topics
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28/05/2012 at 11:17
so poignant Polly – bittersweet
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28/05/2012 at 13:41
Bittersweet encompasses some of the emotion, poignant demonstrates empathy perhaps – thank you for your welcome comments x
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28/05/2012 at 15:09
Polly, I just wanted to send you lots of love and a big hug. At this moment they would convey more than my words could. In fact, I think we’ll be seeing you tomorrow? So I’ll give you a big hug then. 🙂 xxx
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28/05/2012 at 22:51
Looking forward to seeing you, Sarah, and to my hug 🙂
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28/05/2012 at 21:34
This grabbed me by the skull, boxed me in the ears several times and left me with a dull ache.
What a rush
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29/05/2012 at 08:50
Wow! What thoughts!
I see you write about young people and their challenges and will look forward to reading through your posts.
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30/05/2012 at 02:42
Bloody hell Polly – this is proper hardcore. In a good way. You keep it the right side of mawkish too, which is another plus. I can see this mother and baby…
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30/05/2012 at 06:18
Always aiming to be the right side of mawkish 😉
This is the poem published in the Bedlam anthology.
Thanks for your thoughts, Holly x
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30/05/2012 at 07:22
The billion dollar question.
Such a difficult problem,
and with the most difficult human organ.
It’s very devastating, I know.
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30/05/2012 at 07:51
The unanswerable question, Colette … x
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30/05/2012 at 19:14
Wow – intense, just feel like I’ve been walloped with a piece of 4 by 4!
Really powerful stuff!
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30/05/2012 at 23:16
Oh dear, sorry about that! I guess it might make one feel a bit battered. Awkward topic to write about, but some things need to be explored and poetry is a way of saying things that can otherwise be overlooked or tucked away …
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