poetry – KN J Tales and Snippets

THE DARK BATTLE

The threadbare vessel
Struggles to contain
The surging emotions
Bulging and pulsating
Of anger and despair

Battle after battle
Against dark tendrils
That seeps and weaves
Overwhelming in its power
Suffocating in its hold

Threatening to consume
Wanting to destroy
Coaxing the ugly
Whisperings of shame
Swallowing silent screams

I fight these demons
That plagues my mind
And taints my soul
Alone in my quest
I pray for redemption

My mental health took a big hit during the start of the COVID pandemic. My anxiety was at an all time high and I was on the verge of spiralling into depression. I wrote this during those dark days when I was overwhelmed with fear and struggling with tough lockdowns. I’m in a better place now so please don’t worry about me.

This poem has been in my drafts for a long time because I was scared of revealing a vulnerable piece of me. But to the hell with it, this is me.

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MY ZANY FATHER

He works long hours

To make ends meet

Driving a beat-up wagon.

He wears dollar clothes

Worn and torn

Rocking the Goodwill fashion.

He loves a bargain

Cheaper the better

A Sunday Market tradition.

His raucous laughter

Uncensored words

Not bothered with reflection.

An open book

With a heart of gold

Raw emotions on his sleeve.

This imperfect man

I call my father

The best gift one could receive.

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Today is Father’s Day in Australia. I called my dear old dad this morning to wish him a happy Father’s Day, seeing that we couldn’t pop over to see him due to coronavirus lockdown.

Usually, we would have visited, enjoyed a family meal and the children and grandparents would have spent some time together.

My dad is struggling with this round of lockdowns. He spent a good hour complaining about my mum, his work, his boss, my brother… I think the dogs even got a mention!

For his benefit… and mine, I hope lockdown ends soon.

Happy Father’s Day! Especially to my wonderful husband. We appreciate you!

GROCERY STORE ANXIETY

A racing pulse
Many stolen breaths
Heavy weight upon my chest

A dizzy spell
Shredded nerves alight
A mental state of unrest

My eyes they seek
An invisible threat
That causes panic from within

A simple task
Once taken for granted
Now sends me into a spin

The COVID-19 pandemic has brought destruction to our economy, disarray to our lives and death to our doorsteps. The mental health impacts of this crisis will be profound and long-lasting. I know that my mental health has suffered from the isolation, the fear for my family and friends, and the disruption to our routines. It isn’t so surprising that I experienced a panic attack while doing a grocery run.

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