Discombobulated

The world is confusing, Hit by daily delusions. Desperate need of a transfusion, Of truth and fact. Those in charge risk anarchy, By their lack of transparency. Laws made inconsistently, While the public react. Suicide rates sky high. The economy is running dry. Poverty rising we can’t deny. There is a deep impact. What is…

Project 19. Infected Thoughts By Katie Haigh

poetry #isolation #lockdown #quarantine #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealth #mylockdown #depression #anxiety funded by Rochdale Borough Culture Network Thank you to my model Ashleigh Haigh. All our friends and family who helped out and Kay Barton for the medical photos and thank you to Parvez Qadir for guiding me and supporting me through the project.

Wireless

Wireless Wired minds, Constant. Non stop, Plugged in. Computerised. Connected, Like never before. The cost is great, Real connections lost. Time together, Screen time, Not real time. A notification sound, Alerting a need, A fear of missing out. While missing living life, Moments lost forever, To devices. Made mobile, Convenient, Until they’re not. By Katie…

Wallpaper

I’ve come to realise in life,I am no bodies favourite.I am not loved by many,Nor sought for friendship. I try to be a good person,A loving sister, a fun Aunt,A good friend.My efforts fall below,Expectations escape me. Kindness and compassion,Are my outward choices.Yet still I am wallpaperFaded and worn,Barely noticeable,I simply exist. By Katie Haigh©️…

Poetic Thoughts

It’s funny how a poet can share their darkest thoughts through their art without reaction or consequence.©️K.Haigh

You are Covid19

You are Covid19 You wanted to see the world, Make friends along the way. Instead everyone runs from you, Trying to keep you at bay. You spread yourself out wide,  As generous as can be.  We all reacted with fear, Even though you, we can not see. You see you’re a killer, Silent and deadly…

A Mind Painted Black and Blue

My brain feels squashed, As I search for a light. A flicker of hope, In a darkened mind. Friends don’t want to talk, I’m a burden on their shoulders. Better avoided than engaged with. I know I should be thankful, I am fed, I am well, well sort of. I have a home, loved ones,…

Adjustifcation

It’s funny how we adjust, To the unadjustable. At the start, We felt our world collapse. Our minds in unrest, Our souls despaired. As our hearts yearned, For those out of reach. We battled daily thoughts, Trying to steady ourselves, In the anarchy of life. Uncertain times, Meant no time scale. No knowledge of when,…

Connection Unconditional

For Day two of Napowrino, I have gone promptless and let inspiration come from the thoughts within. Connection Unconditional  She is comfort. Warm hands to hold. An engaging smile. A kind heart. Which is gratefully received. Strawberry blond. Like me, She is pale and freckled. We sound alike. Or so I’m told. When I answer…

Turbulent Waves

Day 1 of Napowrimo and the challenge is to write a Lune. Turbulent Waves Slowly it begins  Hard broken I battle fierce waves My steps leave soft prints Fragile glass Shattered pieces fall Those shards cut deeply Blood stains red My tears wash away Am I a pebble? Tossed and turned  My grains, the sea…