Featured Poet - Elly Lloyd
SOCKS
If only I had the right socks
long ones
that’s what my mother always says
something about pulling up my socks
so it must be because I’m wearing the wrong socks.
Pull up your socks
if it were that easy
I’d rush down to M&S first thing,
to enquire of the first sales assistant
where I might find socks
for the depressed and suicidal
I’m sure they’d catch on
socks on prescription
instead of Prozac
nobody has socks in here…
ABOUT THE POEM: "Socks was written for a young Mum with issues of mental health. Pulling up your socks; you could try harder, make more effort. If only …"
SUSAN’S BLACK DOG
I have a black dog mum
no you don’t
it’s your head playing tricks again
no mum, it’s a metaphor
you’ll understand if you own one
she tries, bless
but that I’ve not dressed
or been to work for a week
doesn’t seem to grasp
my black dog is real
he doesn’t wait to be called
I know he’s male
because he puffs his chest out
and acts all macho.
on a good day
I can call his bluff.
you may know him by another name
depressed, anxious
he sneaks up on the bed
you think he’s asleep,
but one yellow eye in the dark
is watching.
Susan, says mum
he won’t bite
oh but he does
he does
ABOUT THE POEM: "Those of us who struggle with mental health often go unseen, unheard or misunderstood. Stigma around these can still exist. Maybe Susan’s mum doesn’t understand and that makes the loneliness we feel even more painful."
THAT GIRL
That girl
criticised
ostracised
dehumanised
awkward silences
when she entered the room
you know
whispered behind
the backs of hands
name calling
cruel taunts
worse
years later
when asked
her name
she simply wrote
that girl
ABOUT THE POEM: "This poem is about how I feel and so many others feel. We all deserve to be valued, named, to be counted in, not out."
DEPRESSION
It arrived unexpectedly
no bad weather warning
no announcement
today ma’am
you will experience severe turbulences
in your emotions
aircraft crew are struggling
to overcome the problem
and resume normal function
ABOUT THE POEM: "Here I figured that knowing some of our triggers, being prepared with tools and skills that can help to ground us a little."
MY MONSTER IN THE CLOSET
My monster in the closet
isn’t green and hairy
if he sat on the bed
and whispered in your ear.
you wouldn’t necessarily
scream or shake
or look for escape
or reach for the kitchen knife
no
he’s much more familiar
than to take you by surprise
he comes round every day
and night time too
just popping in to say hi
reminding you
(lest you forget)
of his presence
without announcement
or formality
turns up
enters without knocking
never stays away long
where else would he go
he’s so comfortable here
ABOUT THE POEM: "I was reflecting on how our particular monster makes us feel uncomfortably uncomfortable, as his or her presence fills our everyday lives, stealing our personalities. By beginning to write and open up to others, the monster loses its power."
UNRAVELLING
I don’t know where I started
and I don’t know where I end
I’m somewhere in the middle
and I feel I’ve lost the thread.
I sense that I’m unravelling day by day
going through the motions.
I’m sleeping quite a lot, my bed my new best friend
although now it gnaws me with its jagged edges
of disjointed dreams and hideous sweats.
even sleep has become a fearsome place
and no longer s sanctuary.
I see myself as a ball of string travelling at intense speed
across a linoleum floor, unattached.
I tie myself to a chair leg.
it is all I can do as I go spinning out of control,
I hold the radiator, the window frame lest
I disappear out of sight altogether.
and sometimes that is my dark secret,
simply to disappear.
ABOUT THE POEM:
"When we are the hosts to mental illness, depression, grief, personality disorders, we can lose control of our emotions and become less and less the person we were. I’m writing this to ask you to stay and to walk with you. You are not alone."
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NOTE: Above poems taken from Elly's book ‘Socks & Other Poems’, a workbook for mental health and well-being.
ABOUT ELLY
Elly is 73, and lives in West Sussex, England. Having suffered from depression from the age of thirteen, writing poetry is her greatest joy and a lifeline source of wellbeing. For Elly, words have the power to heal, mend what’s broken, and bring hope when life is at its darkest.
