One
in Four
The
statistics are one in four
Sooner or later t'will come knock, knock, knocking at the door
(Yes,
rhyming is what mental folks do!)
When they are in a bit of a stew
And not bob, bob, bobbing along
Please take the time to become acquainted
With
those imbued with a drone in the head
Bone memories
Of things done or things said
(Some of them, might very nearly be dead)
What
it is, and
what it isn't
So
many assumptions
And
supposes
Before
the schism splits
One
in four
Sometimes
you only find out the
extent of it,
In
the papers
Sometimes
you're beguiled by the smiles
I'd
never have guessed!
But
one in four
Shame,
conditioning, and
all the rest,
Keep
smiles laid
On
faces dressed in Sunday best
That,
behind closed doors crumple
Like innards sucked from skin
They are the clowns
Dressed up but feeling down
Their
eyes fixated, hearts frustrated,
Racing along, sweaty
handed,
Sometimes, community has disbanded
Pupils wide from prescriptions
Memory trains
on brains, tracing, tracing
Tracking
this way and that
Stained
from abuse and misuse
Yes, one in four
Have
a heart,
Yes, you have one
For
the smiling ones,
Who
struggle to keep the inside
From
getting out
Help
them
To
banish the ghosts
That
have hurt them the most
And
the ones that mock and scorn
In
the land of the living
The
ugly red-handed that just keep on giving
Have
a care
In
this godless place
For
members of the human race
Who
don't fit in with
How you think they should
These one in four
They
are not like you?
But
there is always a tipping point
Even
for you
What
grief lies in store
For
the heartless ones?
When suffering comes
You
will know the score
One
in four
Is
that a knock at the door?
#poetry #mentalhealth #health #mentalhealthday #mentalfitness
