Just a little pick me up

I sat in bed at almost 4am on a Thursday morning, but I don’t know if I can call it that because I hadn't yet gone to sleep,

I remember three things from that moment: I was angry, inspired…and it was raining so hard, splashes of water crashed against the glass of my window like a hailstorm,

And then in that precise moment…something clicked…an idea was born.

Okay so, you can be angry…but how much change can one emotion bring unless words are put into play,

And you know there was something else I thought about…I didn’t need your help to make it today.

My mother forever rightly reminds me to appreciate all the good an individual does for you,

Which I’m so grateful for because sometimes you let emotions get the better of you,

And you forget the many kind acts they do

And then you realise…your little outburst of anger is through.

Once my red rampant wrath bulldozed against a fighting crash of clarity,

A river of thought flooded over my irrationally raging anatomy.

So what if you don’t believe in me?

Looking back now I can honestly admit I spent far too much time trying to be seen,

I tried so hard to forever prove there were so many ideas locked within me,

Bursting to unravel, if you only saw potential within me

They say I’m not a poet, I’m not a writer, a speaker, performer or an artist

You know, I really don’t care. I’m someone nobody else can be…I’m me.

And that is the card I will always bring to the table, transparent poker faces of those who claim to be more-able,

The skin I wear is not my armour but my identity, and by that I mean…a shield isn’t needed against a common trait known as vanity.

Surrounding yourself with exploding heads isn't necessarily a bad thing

Because when the rest think you've already long lost, nothing stands in the way of you grabbing hold of the win.

You can be amazing…

Now think about is…there are over 7 billion people and none of them are you.

I've never contemplated the significance of that fact

And yet I sat there, almost 4am in my bed on a Thursday evening…morning, unable to stop thinking about that.

You are the protagonist of a story called life,

No matter how successful those around you are…no one but you can play the lead unless you allow them.

Don’t you ever feel second best when it comes to your adventure!

Don’t you ever feel tired of carrying around this heavily constrained socially acceptable persona?

Shred it to pieces and let it burn in the flames fighting fearlessly for a friend called future

Let today be the epic moment where you decide not to leave this world without leaving your mark

Let the realisation that you ARE good enough be your spark

Because I promise, as long as you always try…you will look back with no regrets,

But thinking you’re not important enough to pursue your dreams will be where your journey ends

I stopped typing, contemplating how unintentional thoughts lead me onto this unusual road to self-discovery,

Ambitions have no limit, never stop dreaming, someday you’ll make it…it doesn’t matter if the rest don’t believe it

Holding Hands With Fear

She occasionally day-dreamed. Zoned out, closed her eyes and escaped reality,  

Behind those sealed eyelids she saw black, but she wasn't scared…darkness though still, was safety,

Imagine being a 16 year old afraid of light, imagine looking in a mirror and feeling disgusted by your own sight,

Never a moment silence because daggers that rolled off other tongues, permanently clung on to her memories,

Forever questioning her existence because she was made to believe she wasn't beautiful in the eyes of the society she suffered in,

On the other side of the world a boy, sits locked in a cubicle, because outside the toilet doors a gang await his return,

He’s being tortured for his intelligence, unfortunate to have been born into a world where you are punished for wanting to learn,

There are children who seek a safe place in a classroom, because the corridors are a battle and the playground is a war-zone,

And the heart-breaking fact, is that though there are people here to help, the victims are convinced they are alone,

Stand among a sea of students, shouting cheers of encouragement as the homophobic's attack,

14 year old boy, huddled in a corner, body burnt with bruises, barely breathing between sobs unable to take the packs,

You don’t agree with the unjust punishment but not a word escapes your lips,

You stand frozen watching the innocent take the inhumane kicks,

The red head in class has heard so many jokes her ears begin to bleed,

Rivers of transparent pain, suffocating her confidence but her peers are naive,

Sore screams of laughter echo through the halls as a young girl chases after her headscarf,

Students watching as the offenders run through the corridors, no one flinches to help through their stifling laughs.

Walk beyond the prison walls and the world outside still offers no escape,

Freedom is feeble in a world where technology allows no opportunity to alleviate,

Who ever thought a keyboard could become a weapon, a mouse a trigger to help facilitate…

Bullying is no longer only physical, when social networks encourage users to reciprocate,

 Brutal words released through screens diminishing even the most stable state

Fallen souls losing light, welcoming vengeance but the answer isn't in the hope that roles will rotate,

You are better than the fool who undermines you,

The fact you still wake up every morning shows your purpose is not yet through,

If you don’t believe in yourself no one else is going to,

You can hide away your scars, but you can’t hide behind the truth.

Pick yourself up every time a sad soul knocks you down,

Soon you’ll make a life for yourself away from your dead end town.

Bursting to the brim, with individuals who barely contribute to life,

You’ll already be earning your worth when the rest finally realise…

Being mean will only get you so far,

Their self-destructing flames all starting with a spark,

You are too good for the hand of revenge,

There’s only so long life goes down, before light starts to extend.

You are worth so much more than a pill, a rope, a blade and a tear,

You’ll soon be indestructible now you've stood face to face with a bitch called fear