As it’s national poetry day I figured I’d share a scribble with you. I performed it for the first time at a poetry slam last year, just before I released my third anthology Alexithymia,
It’s called Stop.
Please, stop for a minute.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
Don’t do what it is that,
You’re planning to do.
Let these words reach you
While I have your attention.
I won’t try to say that I know
The things you’re going through.
Just know that this pain
You’re feeling right now?
I’ve been there – reaching
For the solution in whatever
Form it might take – cold steel,
Booze or pills. So, even though
I don’t know you, we have, at this
Point, something in common.
I was twenty-seven the first time
I felt I was out of options. Taking
The ultimate step that day
When I tried to put myself away.
I felt like I was screaming inside.
Remember, I’ve been where you
Are. I’ve walked that mile in those
Shoes; I want you to know this:
You are stronger than you realise.
This is a fight you can win, even
If your doubts drown everything
Out, hold on a little longer. Stay.
Let me talk to you. Let my words
Through, even if you don’t
Think you can do it. I’ll share
This pain; be a voice of reason.
You have better times ahead
Believe me, try to see, I beg of
you. Don’t take your life. Instead,
Take my hand – we’ll do this together.