I thought I would share this poem I wrote a year ago today. It was written within 10-15 minutes during a group therapy session while I was on the mother and baby unit in hospital so please excuse the non-creativeness of it, I was in a very bad place mentally.
To help you maybe make some sense from this, all you see in bold was already part of the poem, the rest is what I added to make it complete.
I am Jade.
I wonder why things are what they are.
I see people sitting around a table with pens in their hand.
I hear paper shuffling and birds outside.
I want to love my children and to be me again.
I am creative and adventurous.
I pretend when reading or writing, that I am the person in the story.
I feel I’m forcing the smile.
I touch the pen in my hand and the table the paper rests upon.
I cry sometimes for reasons I don’t even know.
I am a problem solver and observant.
I understand nothing is ever easy, but things get there in the end.
I say rain will make the flowers grow.
I dream of publishing a book.
I try to do all I can with the time I have.
I hope to go to Disney World Florida.
I am a mummy of two who is depressed but getting better.