ThoughtForToday – 3 November 

  

Ballast is

what’s needed

today

– every day –

except for 

the days

you want to list

flounder

capsize

sink.

Any chance you’d prefer an unballasted moment?

A wild risky experience.

Have you 9 lives?

Ballast you.

My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps 

(Walt Whitman)

“Rain” – by Lars Blichfeldt

Lars

I made the poem ‘Rain’ while I was thinking about some of the darker things in life.

Mental issues and how they can push anybody to the edge and sometimes even over the edge. Something I recognise from my own life.

My childhood was rather rough. Maybe because of that, I did a lot of crime and vandalism.

Luckily for me, I found a secret weapon to stop it before it got out of control. Drugs.. and many of them. I drugged my brain for 15 years trying to ignore my problems and feelings. But the brain does not easily forget. You can postpone and try to hide, but it will make you deal with it… one way or the other.

In my case, it just ‘turned on’ anxiety in my brain, and, if I did any kind of drugs, it would give me a panic attack.

Effective and without mercy.

It started five years ago, and I’m still fighting. No drugs – only words, a shrink and some good friends.

Most people can’t handle what they can’t see. We get 80% of our impressions thru our eyes, so expect a lot of people to avoid and ignore you.

But face it anyway… Fight it anyway. And when you get your first victory, keep that sweet little moment in mind when the next black cloud starts to rain..

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Rain

When black clouds
rained upon me
I used to feel sorry for myself.

I looked at people around me
popping their one man umbrellas
saving themselves.

unable to see
unable to hear
the suddenly invisible wet people.

‘we learn for as long as we live’
Maybe so.

But I still get caught in the rain
I still get cold
Still haven’t learned
how to unfold my umbrella.

But I do not feel sorry for myself
Not anymore.

Bring on the rain
Bring on the cold
I eagerly await.

Await the return of the sun
await for its shield of warm clear light
to spread thru my cold wet body
for the return of my smile
and the end of my sighs.

ThoughtForToday – 29 October 

Your mental health

is your greatest possession.

By losing your wellbeing,

you learn how fragile it is.

By being a good friend

to someone who’s lost their health,

you appreciate this.

Live this mantra:

“Our health is our wealth”.

QED

(‘The very thing it was required to have shown’)