Today is Throwback Thursday (nearly the weekend at last!), so I present to you today’s throwback poem: “If”.
“If” deals with the potential return of depression and the narrator’s fear that their loved one would not be able to cope with the effects or lend them the support that they need to get through it.
It’s Throwback Thursday! Nearly the weekend… Today’s poem was originally posted in February. It’s about the way in which our society encourages us to base our self-worth on looks and image – which can have devastating mental effects.
Her paintwork is scratched
Scraped, chipped, scarred
By life’s hard knocks
Spluttering and stalling
Along her journey
Belching black fumes
So easy now to slip from highs to lows,
To jagged-edged ridges of darkness nobody knows,
Consuming swathes of blackness that taunt the mind,
The heart and soul. The shape of oneself left undefined.