Good morning. How are you today?
Thank you for visiting again. No doubt you are here for yet another badly accomplished poem!
Well, rest assured, I have lots more to share with you, including this one.
‘Falling’ is a bit of a piss take about positive quotes in general. I love creating mental health art that has a good message, but I try to have a cheeky take on it when needed. The ‘live, laugh, love’ style shit that’s out there just grates on my anxiety, and that’s what created Crap Poem number 41.
Here it is.
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Failing
Live laugh love, oh piss off mate.
No affirmations needed.
I measure my stability
on how much I’ve succeeded.
‘Failure’, a dirty word
but still, I hear it often.
‘You are enough’ ‘just be yourself’.
Well-meaning quotes, forgotten.
You need to be more positive
to build your mental strength.
But cost of living, war and hate
will stretch depressions’ length.
Resilience is critical.
Mindfulness is too.
Gratitude and kindness pay.
But I struggle with this view.
I wake most days like many do –
a fresh cup of self-loathing.
Reminders that I’m falling short,
as I bulge out of my clothing.
At breakfast time, some cereal,
with a side of toasted doubt.
My brain repeats what I’ve done wrong.
I’m a defeatedness devout.
These thoughts will pepper through my day
like Raindrops in a shower.
Their timing’s unpredictable.
Time passing boosts their power.
By dinner time I’ve had enough.
Self-confidence eroded.
Belief that I’m a failure
is fully locked and loaded.
So please forgive my misery.
I used to be so chipper.
But years of hearing my own voice
have made my armour thicker.
Live laugh love. Oh, come on mate,
be honest with your phrase.
Live, pay, pray – more accurate.
This quote will run most days days.
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Thanks for reading 💜
Creative Steph 