There's a speech that I dream of giving.
I know exactly who I need to give it to,
And I know their reaction would be cold,
But I still dream of giving it.
A chance to be open, honest, about who I am.
I have keep quiet all these things that I should have spoken,
Set up layer upon layer of protective shields,
And when they've failed then I've used words and emotions
All to protect this secret I hold.
Yet I've surprised myself in my victory,
Embracing it has made me stronger,
Able to use the negative elements for good in my life
Found the better version of me that was always there, hiding.
I wish I could explain the journey here,
The bumps in the road that they witness.
Without explanation, there were few rational responses for my actions,
For tears, spite, paranoia and pain.
But when they are induced by a cure,
That would ultimately make me a whole person again,
Then, you might have been more inclined to forgive.
The mistake was mine, the fear complete,
The fear of showing what might have been a weakness.
Yet it is the very thing that has driven me to achieve what I have,
It is the quality that will continue to drive me throughout my life.
For all the demons that I've done battle with,
The reward of control over my own potential is liberating,
Intoxicating,
Inspiring.
I just wish that I had been more open along the way.
Social taboos would accept a tragedy,
A death, loss, a world falling apart.
Yet when that tragedy is the product of the chemicals in your mind,
There is so little in the way of sympathy towards it.
In the same way I feared acceptance,
I know that others feared understanding.
People warn you off being open,
As it will leave you vulnerable in your work, your life.
Vulnerable to a misguided witch hunt,
Where the terrors of others surface as hatred.
It shouldn't be this way. This fear of honesty.
And in embracing who I am I have confronted my fears.
I will stand, and I will throw myself to the lions
As I know the defence of truth is more than words,
It is who you are, and who you become.
I will be strong.
And I will achieve.
In which case, there's nothing wrong with being me.
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Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Monday, 15 November 2010
The Product of a Troubled Mind
The blackness creeps like trickling oil,
Across my face and into my soul.
Painful memories, flooding in,
Taking control of the fragile balance,
Tipping emotions towards the flood.
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| Streetlights through ice, © Nichola Jahn 2010 |
Such power, such monumental power,
Controls all that I can be.
I search for a moment of clarity,
Dreaming of days gone past,
Days when the blackness couldn't get in.
Seeking desperately to find the door
So I may close it tightly from the dark,
Become myself once more.
I look to the skies as though the answer is there
But reality bites back with the truth,
These demons that haunt my every being
Are a creation of my own.
Weapons are like nothing before,
Delving deep into subconscious prisons,
Mapping reactions, parent, adult, child,
Finding the moments that turn the tables,
Generating an arsenal against the beasts.
Fighting to survive against the darkness,
Fighting to keep on trying.
Victory barely a thought as the battle wages on,
Using up reserves just to continue,
But nothing the product of a troubled mind,
Should be allowed to win.
And with that thought I am inspired to go on.
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