Nelson Mandela: “Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.”
I know I’ve taken the quote out of context for this poem but he was right!
Freedom is not always a matter of physical locks
Imprisonment is a question of the mind too
When my brain housed invisible locks and rocked
I was told a fact my belief system once refused
I laughed gently, scared, not truly meaning to mock
“The psychological response to emotional abuse
Is roughly the same as a prisoner of war’s.” That left me shocked
But I conceded defeat and accepted this news
I was, am, the untrained, expertise was not mine to knock
I had believed that I had no right to my fear and blues
I now believe that Post Traumatic is indeed a shock
But I’m happy to say I’ve been paying my dues
And memory by memory, my mind’s key is nearing the lock
Freedom is on its way and freedom is the path I choose.
I hope that everyone, all 6.5 billion plus of us on Planet Earth finds, loves and enjoys freedom mentally, spiritually and physically. Fingers crossed, toes crossed, eyes crossed…
Whilst reading and editing my next book and pootling about in desktop files (as you do) I’ve found this poem that I wrote about PTSD and freedom and I decided to share it.
Oh yeah, and please make it a mission to make someone smile, go on, you know you want to!
I’m writing children’s stories at the moment.
It’s great forgetting the complex difficulties of being a grown up and just having fun writing about things like going to the shop, going to a party, smiling and playing.
My OCD appreciates days like this too.
No pressure, not too emotionally draining and it’s hard to be anxious when you are in a child’s mindset thinking how they think, seeing things for the first time, gently learning the rights and wrongs of life. If adults can be prone to thinking “glass half empty” then children and their imaginations are wired to the positive “glass half full” approach.
Sometimes, I think thatgrown ups would benefit from taking a few minutes each day to just be a big kid…not in an annoying way…but just to watch as a butterfly flits from flower to flower, to appreciate the smell of a freshly baked loaf of bread, an orange as it’s being peeled, to enjoy the feel of the breeze on your face as you run.
You get the idea…to reawaken ourselves to the appeal of things as if they are newly discovered.
And now, I’m going to pretend that I am a superhero cat and save someone.
Come on, join in, you know it sounds like fun!!!