Just Be You
You’ve endured a life of!
Told it will be this way
told it will be that way
told, told, told told,
from the earliest time.
Learn this, learn that
the right way
it has to be
use constructive argument
to be labelled,
We are not
all the same
your human rights,
just be you.
Told you cannot,
ask why not
they’re your mistakes
learn from them
make a difference
true to yourself
just be you
not what others,
want you to be.
You don’t need,
I’m so lonely, all alone.
I sit here most days crying,
Yet again, all alone.
Trying to cope.
Never realised how hard this would be.
Existing here, now,
friends say it will get better.
I cannot see this –
I do not want this.
I really don’t want it to get better.
My heart beats with a never-ending ache;
My soul in torment, ripped by pain.
My love, my soul mate, my best friend
Taken from me far too soon,
Leaving me like this, all alone.
I will not be so for much longer:
I will join you my love;
Together again, forever my love
As it was always meant to be.
Then here, this place, this time
Will be empty, all alone.
I was so pleased to be asked to write a poem for this Pamphlet to raise funds for a local for charity;
I wandered lonely,
not as a cloud
a free spirit
with words of poetical diction
political, just about real life
real people, real lives
spoken word of fact
I wandered lonely,
like the Irwell
as I drifted into Salford
On a lonely night
I found inspiration
my spirits lifted
musicians, the finest wordsmiths
my mind full of oration
off the cuff, then scripted.
I wandered lonely,
yet on arriving
among Kings and Crescent
performers, audiences, new friends
taken into the bosom
feeling safe in this
‘Spirit of Salford’
who loves the honesty,
tells it how it is attitude
in a place
that gave us the likes of,
Clarke, Cooke, Finney,
Sumner, Read, Delaney.
just a few
of talent, of inspiration
for inclusion, in any miscellany.
gave me friendships
words of inspiration
here in my testimony
You, have my affection..
I’ve such self-belief that it – scares me
I refuse to let my past – define me
In the here and now – poet me
I’ve proved I can do it – performer me.
Some people cannot get past – history me
Clouds their vision to see – true me
Ignored and never accepted – dislike me
Or in truth, the realisation – discriminate me.
My true friends – love me
Loved my performances – support me
Female poet and performer – gladdens me
My authentic and fulfilling life – just me
Feeling alive – REAL ME.
©Carol Robson 2014
Loneliness and Isolation
You gazed through your window
watching the world passing by
sadly this was not your world
as you gazed from your void.
Your years so full of family and friends
now seemed such a distant memory
a memory that became far less vivid
only framed memories were your companions.
You didn’t want to bother your family
they didn’t seem to listen, always so busy
just a phone call would have brightened your day
taken you out, have a treat, just a visit, please.
A few hours a week your visitors appeared
a cleaner and a person with your meals
quickly gone with barely a word or smile
again long hours devoid of any other presence.
Hours, days and weeks seemed to merge into one
broken by those fleeting visitors into your prison
a prison with a view to a world that was no longer yours
a life on your own, should never have been endured.
Now family and friends are here for you
talking of bygone days, relived memories
your loneliness and isolation is now over
sadly, it took your passing to bring them here.
© Carol Robson 2012
Words of Darkness and Light (reader review) posted on Facebook.
Published by Thynks Publications
Revised 2nd edition of my first poetry collection 48 poems Words of Darkness and Light
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