Featured Poet - Kyle Raemond Loake

BROKEN CHAINS

On this night at this hour, I call upon my wisdom and power.

To break these chains that hold me down, I shall not bleed and will not frown.

I will rise above my darkest days,

Whilst repelling these thoughts and wicked ways.

When confined in the darkness I’ll wait for the light

To guide me to sanity for that I shall fight.

Like torrential rain this too shall pass

As I continue to walk broken glass.

These flames may burn and make you feel possessed.

Though its important to remember that you are blessed.

This mental phase is just a state.

But we’re in control of our fate.



RESILIENCE IS BRILLIANCE

My life is like a roller-coaster ride, each bump represents me falling.

But I come back fighting, rising, and crawling.

I have walked through hell, and I’ve walked through heaven.

And inside my own head is like Armageddon

And what the hell would Shakespeare say

If he saw, thou arts life this way.

The devil wants us to admit defeat.

But I refuse to be begging at his feet.

Because I have been fighting for far too long

To allow the demons to win and sing their song.

But I have been there, and I have risen.

The fact I’m standing here is a given.

When you’re in that mind its beggar’s belief

Though I am living proof there is relief.

BIPOLAR & I

You may have won this battle, but you haven’t won the war,

For I am a fighter, and that you can be sure.

I’ve been to hell and back a million times, whilst playing with the devil I excused his crimes.

At times the fight gets somewhat Laborious, and for forgetting the Quetiapine, I’m notorious.

Impulses rattle the skull like the spaghetti junction,

But somehow the meds make it easier to function.

Being manic is like being possessed, too far gone to be blessed.

Feeling like a tornado unaware of destruction, everyone’s at risk from this venomous suction.

TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, go the thoughts in my head, my heart is palpitating, and my skins began to shed.

Feeling exposed, guilty, and ashamed it’s won.

Here we go again… the battle has begun.

HEALED SCARS

These scars are now healed we live another day,

For this turmoil’s behind us, for that I shall pray.

Only the strongest of warriors could survive such pain,

We passed with flying colours and beat the brain.

Avoiding the stares takes much devotion.

A new way of thinking and a new emotion.

People only stare at what they can’t understand.

Though its survivors like us with the upper hand.

Like Lillys in the spring, these scars shall turn white.

And a luminous shining future is seen in plain sight.

Keep your head focused on the path ahead not on the past.

For time waits for no man and passes us too fast.