What is writing really like?
A poem about managing pressures.
Stressed and unimpressed,
Tied up in a mess.
Hardly able to sleep,
Just can’t get a peep.
Take time to unwind,
Maybe try to find,
Something chilled to do,
Make some time for you.
Have a little rest,
Curl up in your nest,
Take a little walk,
Ring a friend for a talk.
Have a bite of cake,
Drink a little wine,
Watch a bit of soap,
You know you can cope.
Take a little air,
Show the world you care.
Splash a puddle or two,
Then go back to being YOU.
I heard a small bird sing, somewhere near my house,
But when I tried to find it, it went quiet as a mouse.
I heard a small bird sing, gently ringing in my ear,
But when I tried to tickle it, it must have flew away in fear.
I heard a small bird sing, loudly by the shed,
But there was no sign of it, it had been messing with my head.
I heard a small bird sing, quietly overhead,
I pulled the covers closer, lying peacefully in bed.
I heard a small bird sing, all through the night,
But when I woke up and opened my curtains, it must have taken flight.
Thinking about thinking, worrying about stuff,
Trying to distract myself from things that don’t matter too much.
Getting stressed out over daily routines,
Finding myself shouting at television screens.
Absorbed in the news and what’s wrong with the world,
Sometimes I need a way to dissolve emotions unfurled.
Calm and tranquility is a better way through,
Teach me a way to celebrate all things new.
Let me think more about positive things,
And focus more happily on what the bright future brings.
Let’s do this together and wipe negativity away,
Let’s live for tomorrow, after enjoying today!
