I wrote this poem this month (January 2025) as part of my interest in mental health and well-being. January and February are recognised as tough months for many people as they confront the ‘new year’, ‘expectations’ and reality. This poem is a cry for help by so many who live amongst us. I encourage each of us to listen carefully.
I have been falling for what seems forever
With no explicable reason I have been caught in a snowball
Rolling continuously and accumulating more momentum
No way to stop and unable to cry out for help
I am alone in this field even as others play
Invisible and without voice, I turn and gaze about
Am I the only one unseen and unheard
I wave my arms and open my mouth but nothing changes
I sit in a tempest of contemplation with no clarity
Random ideas stray through my head
Bouncing off each other but with no connection
Like a jumble of words with no coherency of message
I am being sucked down, pulled to the depths
As if in a pit of sinking sand with no footing
Kicking makes it worse and yet I can’t find calm
Is this the way it is going to end