In shadows deep,
my thoughts do dwell,
A restless mind,
an unseen spell.
Anxiety whispers in my ear,
With every breath,
it brings me near.
It’s a storm inside,
a raging sea,
Waves of worry crashing
over me.
My heart pounds fast,
my hands do shake,
A silent scream
with each breath I take.
To those who watch from the outside in,
It’s not a battle I chose to win.
It’s not just nerves or fleeting dread,
It’s a war that’s waged inside my head.
I wish you’d know, I wish you’d see,
The effort it takes just to be.
To step outside,
to face the day,
With fear that never fades away.
Patience, please,
with this weary soul,
Understanding can make me whole.
A gentle touch,
a kind embrace,
Can help me find a safer place.
Silent Scream: The Inner World of Anxiety
In moments dark,
your light shines through,
A friend who stays,
a love that’s true.
Anxiety’s grip,
though strong and tight,
Can’t dim the hope of morning light.
With you beside me,
hand in hand,
I find the strength to rise and stand.
- glennmarsden
'Yet once again, here we stand' by Glenn Marsden
Yet once again, here we stand,
With mental health’s plight close at hand.
Questions posed to those in power,
Yet answers echo, hour by hour.
Matt Berriman resigns, his voice suppressed,
Unable to speak, he’s put to the test.
Chair of mental health, silenced by the fray,
Does his departure signal the system’s clear decay?
“We can do better,” they proclaim,
But where’s the change, where’s the aim?
Funding flows, yet somehow diverts,
To organizations still seeking spurts.
When is enough, enough, we plea,
As we witness mental health’s agony.
Despairing systems, lives at cost,
How many more before we exhaust?
Who will stand to speak aloud for change,
To break the cycle, to rearrange?
Or will we see another soul lost,
Tragedy striking, at such a cost?
Those in power, before the camera’s glare,
Promises galore, yet no action there.
“Let’s research some more,” their refrain,
While lives hang in the balance, in pain.
So much money poured into this space,
Yet only a few sessions, a mere trace,
Of help given before costs ensnare,
Leaving many adrift, in despair.
When funds are raised to lend a hand,
Why does reciprocity seem to disband?
Tragedies unfold, the “right” words said,
Yet why does the public bear this tread?
It’s time for change, for voices to unite,
To demand action, to stand and fight.
For mental health, for those in need,
Together, we can sow the seed.
- Written by @_glennmarsden
