It strikes me as odd that usually it is a period of poor health that makes me think about what it's like to have good health. It's not something many people actually think about either but occasionally it might be a good idea if people did as it might highlight to them how little they consider how to help those who don't. Anyway this is another look at what's it like to come from poor mental health and recover, it's called my world within. The idea was to express emotions as something that could be seen and understood by all as generally people don't.
My World within
Today the world within has temperate days, with warming sun and calming rain.
And down below there’s growth in plains where once,
great swaths of land were burnt by fires, fanned
by nervous fearful winds, that spread too far too fast,
Forests were felled by cyclone winds of change
and left to rot in disappointed wretchedness.
There were glaciers of painful ice so deep they numbed the core,
where life expired in tortured silence, as ice consumed it whole
and the thaw brought only desolate, barren land.
This world was troubled by its weather, once extreme and changeable.
Frustrated mega storms charged around in jealous rage, feeding upon themselves
until finally they had dissipated, discharged and blown out,
leaving the land demolished with little time between to rest and rebuild.
This world; it never stood a chance to grow.
But now it seems the angry storms have passed.
The depressive ice ages are at an end
and the scorching disaffected summers have gone.
A time of balance now resounds, where winter meets the summer,
and seasons last for months, not years, and storms blow out in days.
This world now swells and grows in contented cheerfulness
As springs draw forth enthusiastic change that lift the clouds of doubt
From land now ready to regrow, to start what once it couldn’t.
And once again people come to be a part of what’s there.
This world now shines as it was meant to do with sun kissed happiness.
There is harmony where lightning was so fierce,
and soothing rain where once great storms erupted.
And though the winds still whip and sting they blow away the clouds of damp despair
that life will not improve, and then leave the land to thrive.
And though the winter and the storms still come, this world is full of hope.
The growing season is much greater, the weather is less extreme.
There’s time to grow and reap and store it all away.
Shielded from the weather’s destructive forces, life survives on this
until spring returns once more.
My World within
Today the world within has temperate days, with warming sun and calming rain.
And down below there’s growth in plains where once,
great swaths of land were burnt by fires, fanned
by nervous fearful winds, that spread too far too fast,
Forests were felled by cyclone winds of change
and left to rot in disappointed wretchedness.
There were glaciers of painful ice so deep they numbed the core,
where life expired in tortured silence, as ice consumed it whole
and the thaw brought only desolate, barren land.
This world was troubled by its weather, once extreme and changeable.
Frustrated mega storms charged around in jealous rage, feeding upon themselves
until finally they had dissipated, discharged and blown out,
leaving the land demolished with little time between to rest and rebuild.
This world; it never stood a chance to grow.
But now it seems the angry storms have passed.
The depressive ice ages are at an end
and the scorching disaffected summers have gone.
A time of balance now resounds, where winter meets the summer,
and seasons last for months, not years, and storms blow out in days.
This world now swells and grows in contented cheerfulness
As springs draw forth enthusiastic change that lift the clouds of doubt
From land now ready to regrow, to start what once it couldn’t.
And once again people come to be a part of what’s there.
This world now shines as it was meant to do with sun kissed happiness.
There is harmony where lightning was so fierce,
and soothing rain where once great storms erupted.
And though the winds still whip and sting they blow away the clouds of damp despair
that life will not improve, and then leave the land to thrive.
And though the winter and the storms still come, this world is full of hope.
The growing season is much greater, the weather is less extreme.
There’s time to grow and reap and store it all away.
Shielded from the weather’s destructive forces, life survives on this
until spring returns once more.
