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After two years of learning to live with the Covid-19 pandemic, tempers are beginning to fray for whom some, who were living on The Edge even before the pandemic, pent-up feelings of frustration have sought release in a variety of ways, some violent. While there can be no excuse for violence against another, mental health issues should never be underestimated, especially in such times as we are living in now.
A healthy diet and regular exercise can help to alleviate stress,, of course, but self-help isn't always enough. There is help available for anyone less able to cope with stress, especially when it seems to be coming at them from all sides; we have to recognise the signs, though, and actively seek help; There is no shame whatever in feeling less and less able to cope with stress, whatever its source, but we need to recognise the signs and get help before it manifests itself in such a way or ways that we are likely to live to regret.
My failing to recognise the extent of the stress that living in a closet was making itself felt over a period of some 20 years, resulted in a nervous breakdown in my 30's. I had been too scared to ask for help, had convinced myself I could cope... and could not have been more wrong. The help and support I received on a road to recovery that took me 4 to years of hard, mental slog to cover and start applying for jobs again... was a lifesaver.
Whether heterosexual or of an LGBT persuasion, we are, each and every one of us, only human and human nature, being as complex a life force as it is, needs a helping hand from time to time and mind-body-spirit needs must reach out and take it. Never easy... but what in life comes easy to any of us? We may think some people have an easy life, but few of us are ever privy to what goes on behind closed doors...
THE ENEMY WITHIN
Love turned its back on me,
yet would not run away,
but left me nailed to a tree,
(couldn't even pray.)
Pain alone left me free
to fight another day;
Love, my sworn enemy,
nails in a god of clay
Better stay angry than grieve,
avid ties sure to rot,
scars worm on a sleeve,
to prove - what...?
Love, like war and peace,
down to each of us
Copyright R. N. Taber. 2004, 2021
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM
Love hadn't touched me
for many years;
I'd let myself drift freely
on a Sea of Tears
Chanced to find peace
(or did it find me?)
and sought to anchor us
in that same blue sea
Sea of Sadness, no more;
blue, only the sky;
soul once bruised and sore,
bright as a swallow's eye
Ashore at last, for homing in
on your heart's outline
Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2021
[Note: This post also appears on my other poetry blog today; both poems first appeared in my collection, A Feeling for the Quickness of Time, Assembly Books, 2005.]
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