Today, I curl up
in a ball and cry,
for my children
slowly destroying me
with pollution, plastic
and pesticides
they cut forests
and burn grasslands
chase the animals,
they have not
hunted and killed,
from their homes
yet I continue to
feed them, provide
water and shelter
air to breathe
in the hope that
they will learn
to value
my magnificence
Two today, both with the same title, the first written on the 27 April 2012, the second written earlier this year. I had forgotten about the first one and only found it as I couldn’t remember where I’d saved the recent one and a search on my computer threw both of them up. I thought I’d share both as it is a good indication of how far I have journeyed in the last few years and I figure it might give those of who read my site and may be suffering from depression or anxiety hope that time does heal. Everything changes with time, hang in there. โค
The Voice
Today, I cannot silence the voice,
nor the constant drumbeat
accompanying it,
thatย reverberates through
my every bone
The voice that tells me
I am no good,
The constant beat,
You are useless, useless, useless
an endless track.
The voice will not be quelled,
Silence is its power;
I cannot outrun it
for the beat
matches each and every step.
The voice will not be drowned
out by music,
I turn the volume up
’til my ears bleed
it cannotย override the beat.
The voice accompanies me
night and day,
even as I sleep
the drumbeat
relentless in it desire
to destroy.
ยฉ Niamh 27/04/12
The Voiceย
A whisper of moments past
a reminder of a time, a place
I thought I was stuck
a loop, a beat,ย once unending
but now silenced
even in the night
I hear the birds sing,
the rain, and rustle of leaves,
the hum of the earth
beneath my feet,
the pulse of joy
in my heart
and I know I am free.
The voice that berated
criticised and
almost destroyed
was not mine
but memories of
words spoken
to me, of me
that sunk in
and became my truth
held me prisoner
its power washed away
by gentle words of love
that set me free.
ยฉ Niamh 19/01/19
I hear the music
not with my ears
but through
the soles of my feet
ย
I feel the earth beat
as it changes with time
each season a movement
my life a symphony
ย
I am the second violin
to your first,
together we move
in tune
in sync
ย
We wait for the orchestra
to join in
to become one body
of song
ย
we can heal
the world
if we can all play
the same notes
ยฉ Niamh Corcoranย ย 9/11/2012
I hear steps behind me,
soft soled creeping slowly closer,
then dropping away
just like you did in our life
playing on my fears and emotions
a Chinese water torture
of anger and dread
denial and disbelief
even then I knew the truth
but hardly dared believe,
now I am moving on
breaking slowly free
but still your footsteps echo
long into the night
cutting into my sleep
a cry before dawn
ยฉย Niamh Corcoran 31/1/2016
The pellucid promise of aย sunny future
turns opaque in a mist of silence
and carefully timed thrusts
screams stuttered to a halt
by a look, a smirk, a knowing
that youโre caught as surely
as a noose around your neck,
the gold band you wore so proudly
the children you love so deeply
bind you to your jailer as he waltzes
upon a trap he believes unbreakable
humming a tune only he can hear
deaf to all but his own words, blinded
by his overgrown ego; he is safe
does not notice the subtle changes
that will break the walls trapping you
he has stolen your voice claims your
body as his own but not your soul nor
the strength of spirit that will set you
free
In the bright noon sun,
I sensed the warmth of you next to me.
I needed someone to validate me
I grasped your love with both hands
And threw myself into the whirlpool.
As the sun sank, I realised
I expected too much of you.
I thought you could set me free.
Now I know that was too much to ask,
That love for another is not what I need
But to learn to love me.
In the shadows of night I can see
That it was never meant to be
You were nothing but a fantasy.
The pedestal on which you stood
Slowly crumbling as time went by.
I stand alone, unloved, unworthy
There was no pedestal designed for me.
As the morning dawns I wonder,
If I could feel your love again
Would it change how I feel about me?
ยฉ Niamh Corcoran 29/05/2011
