Poetry is my therapy

I sit on the beach on a dazzling balmy evening, With clear ripples on the pond before us. As a fierce breeze announces its arrival, The seahorses are racing. As Satan draws his sabre, The God of Thunder roars in anger. The sky lights with such menace And strikes as I spectate in fear and wonder.  Darkness descends us as the drums cry in pity. As Satan’s tummy rumbles and cymbals clatter, God has the last word And the laws of nature take over.

 Life's a roller coaster right now am on the biggest up I've been on I've been on it for 6 months now yes I've had some really big downs in my life but here I am and must say I've wanted to get off the ride when it was very dark but I didn't and now I am in the light I am not going back

I want to be a bird and fly way up in the clouds. You'll see me darting here and there, singing out loud for the love of another. What a simple life it would be. I'm free, free, free; no worry, no stress small and dainty with a red breast. I'm not your project or stuffed model. I'm wild, I'm mother nature's creation, the red arrow in the sky looking down on you small, pathetic people surrounding yourselves with possessions. Just me in the sky, flying high, flying free as a bird can be.

On the number 13 bus we go unlucky for some, I hear you say. There's a young woman on the bus facing me in her wheelchair. Her head nods side to side with a sparkle in her eyes and a smile of joy in her own little disco world. Every now and then she screams out in fun! She's having the time of her life as her carer stands by her side. I look around at the faceless plastic dolls on their phones in their own virtual reality. As I peer out the window of the dark world outside, in my fluorescent-lit bubble, the carer and the young woman are holding hands. No words are said as time stands still for a moment of human love, caring and pure joy. The moral of this is every moment is precious in time. So let yourself go with such joy.

The pills, the pills, rattling in my head. I’m going to give up the meds  and do herbal instead. “Doctor, Doctor, I think I’m poorly” “You’d better come down at 2.30..” Prick, poke, blood test. “I’ll take your temperature and listen to your heart.” “Oh no, that’s not good, your heart’s racing like a Ferrari!” 999 ambulance, ambulance! Nee-nar, nee-nar, I’m down the hospital. Prick, poke, blood test. “Oh no, I’d better put a plaster on that.” Time for an ECG. “I know what’s wrong; here’s a happy pill to fix it.” Then I wake up, and the Nurse says, “I bet you’re grateful for the NHS!”

My Mum always said “You’ll never get anywhere in life with an attitude like that!” “You’re out of date,” I said. “I’ll prove you wrong, you’ll see...” But she was right all along. Now I find myself saying the same thing to my 13 year-old daughter And she says I’m old and out of date too! But I know I’m right. You’ll see....

Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down the hill So Jill rang for an ambulance. Super Paramedic to the rescue! Examine, examine, examine. Diagnosis, diagnosis, diagnosis. Ring for an Air Ambulance! Possible brain damage, broken back, Broken leg, broken pelvis, Collapsed lung... This is a life or death situation! Neck brace on, blood pressure taken, Heart monitor on, morphine injection, Onto the spinal board. One, two, three, off to the Trauma Centre. The hospital awaits like a well-oiled machine Where every cog takes its part. Nurses and doctors examine, examine, examine. Time is of the essence. Off for an MRI scan... “You’ve been very lucky sir, Just a broken leg.” Thank you NHS.