Slipping

I can feel myself slipping
Wth nothing to do
And nothing to focus on
All the bad things come back

Once I start working again,
It will all be ok, won’t it?
I just need something to do
A project to keep my mind busy

It’s so easy to fall
When all you’re doing is killing time
Between different projects
A lull in your life

With no physical activity
Or mental exercise to speak of
My mind races with all the mistakes
Or regrets I should have

But the fact is, I am happy
Even though things seem blank right now
And my mind is preparing for a war
I know I won’t slip and fall this time
Because I fought and won before.

The Upper Hand

The fight’s not over yet,
So don’t rule me out.
You haven’t beat me,
Never underestimate me.

I will come back stronger,
So don’t relax just yet.
You didn’t win the battle,
And you’ll never win the war.

I’m learning from all the lessons
You’re throwing at me.
Life hasn’t got the better of me
And you no longer have the upper hand.

You should never overlook someone,
Because you don’t know what they can do
Everyone has their strengths
And we can all learn to fly.

Silence

So I went home this weekend and uncovered my ‘poetry’ book from during my high school days and some bits from uni. Needless to say there is some pretty dark stuff in there, but there are also some light bits, especially the stuff I wrote once I got to uni. This is one of the poems I wrote during my early high school days and it explains some of my reasoning behind being so very quiet back then:

Silence may be the only way,
You have to regain your life.
To show them that you don’t care,
To fight back.
It’s not easy,
But it works.
If you say nothing,
Then they have no-one to fight with.
In silence you can sink,
Until trouble passes.
Silence can hide the hurt,
Until you’re safe again.
They can’t fight,
If you don’t bite back.