I feel lost without the space where I once sat And the easy way I used to be able to chat About so much that was bothering me Dealing with it all in my now absent therapy
I’m now on a waiting list; I hope a place comes soon Feelings and sentiments are confusingly strewn What to do with all this time that goes so slowly by Waiting for a new assessment; I hope I qualify
I miss the reassurance that I could cope I like to think I can, and I still have that hope I must find other means with which to fill my days Emotion, when choked back, finds other ways
I’ve found myself with lots of empty holes to fill I somehow have the energy; I need to find the will Thought I’d visit a workshop to try my hand at art A brand new shiny hobby I could possibly start
Wednesday night, I’m going to circle drumming Listen to guitars in the next room gently strumming Beating the drums will get pent-up feelings out Dispelling anxious tension, I have no doubt
I don’t need to be perfect; just try to keep the beat It’s easy to catch on to; no need to be discreet It’s about celebrating life and having lots of fun I’m passionate about it, and I’m not the only one
Thursday afternoons, I’ll go out picking litter Even when the weather is absolutely bitter I’m with a group of people; wouldn’t dare to go alone Filling council bags with rubbish that’s been thrown
Papers, tickets, fag ends scattered in the park It keeps us very busy until it’s almost dark Doing something positive to while away the time As out of my despair, I’m slowly learning to climb.