Lockdown Writing – Fiona
Here is a new poem from one of our adopted young people who took part in our Lockdown Writing project.
I used to feel a storm curling inside me
Waiting to be let out
Sometimes yes I am ashamed to say
But I had to learn how to contain it
I have to admit it has taken a while
And it sometimes gets the better of me
But to be honest I always feel ashamed afterwards
Blinding fury loses control, sure flames feel like their burning inside my head
Sending me into a whirlpool of confusion,
Building up inside me
Begging, pleading to be set free
But “No” I tell myself every time
You can’t let this get the better of you
So I think very hard
Push with all my might to let the storm pass
Sometimes I feel like a waking storm
Not so much now because I am working on a way to get rid of the storm.
By Fiona Brown.