Who’d Have Thought / This Time Last Year
by Oliver Neely
Boat Sailing Into The Sun
As read out at Poet's Corner (A local event I tried out a few times, never knew anything about poetry, or had written one, just started trying new things - not something i'd have done a year before!)
Who’d have thought, this time last year.
That I’d be standing, before you here.
I’d hide at home this winter time.
Trying to escape the thoughts in my mind.
I’d run and run but get nowhere.
The feelings inside too much to bare.
Anxiety held it’s grip on me.
No matter how much I tried to flee.
The storm around me grew and grew.
Things were getting much worse, I knew.
It felt like I was missing.
From reality I was slipping.
I’d question if I was really there.
I’d look around me, and blankly stare.
Could I break free from this storm?
Could I ever return to some sort of norm?
The storm threw everything at me.
It seemed that there was nowhere to flee.
Finally I decided enough was enough.
I’d head towards this storm, no matter how tough.
I wouldn’t hide or run away.
I’d say to my thoughts, you can stay.
I’d make anxiety my friend, not my foe.
And to my new life I’d begin to say hello.
I sailed into the storm and not away.
And slowly I got better day by day.
I was knocked about from side-to-side.
It wasn’t easy when I didn’t hide.
But as I got closer to the centre,
I realised things were getting better.
Then it started to become clear.
That there wasn’t actually any storm here.
The waters here were smooth and calm
I was no longer afraid of constant harm.
So I sailed on into the sun.
And continued the new life that I had begun.