Isadora Duncan, sleeps in the room next to mine,
She pirouettes down the corridor on most days from 5pm till nine.
The ‘She Devil,’ from Hanwell is up before the dock again,
She poured hot tea in the face of a male nurse causing intense pain.
An anorexic teenage girl was here briefly, but her parents took her away,
They hated the screaming, mayhem and shouting around her every day.
Two women threaten each other with such abusive hate,
The vegetarian woman is so anxious, why is her visitor so late?
A tired, worn out nurse complains about the NHS cuts on mental health,
She moans about the Trust Board’s fat cats and their endless pool of wealth.
My friend Daisy left this ward finally to enter the world outside,
The beautiful redhead, runs away from an injection to find a place to hide.
I have been here on this ward for a year now,
My dark depressive clouds are lifting and disappearing from my head,
I may be discharged in a week or two.
A new life draws near and the comfort of my warm and sweet bed
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FineBul (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In a previous role I worked in an administrative role for the British National Health Service in a mental health department. 1 in 5 people will have mental health problems some time in their life. Here are my thoughts having worked in this environment.
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Very well written. I am so compelled by this.
Mental health is laced with stigma, judgment and condemnation.
I'm not sure about the medical response to mental health. Somehow I find it lacking in humanity. Or perhaps I find humanity lacking in lots of places and that is why the western world has this crisis of mental health
Hi sylviasearcher,
Thanks for reading much appreciated.
My thoughts are there so many committed people working in mental health sadly at the moment because of government cuts affecting the health service they are not getting the funding they need to help improve the mental health of the nation.
Keep on writing
FineB
Fine write - sadly stigma is at the root of so many problems in our world and none more so than mental heath. I do a bit towards it with painting sessions for those with needs but I often think I don't do enough.
Hi Michael,
Glad you liked my poem.
Don't underestimate your contribution to mental health.
In the NHS mental health Trust that I used to work for art therapy classes were very respected and appreciated contributing to the recovery and rehabilitaton back into society of a lot of the Trust's patients.
Keep on writing
FineB
I enjoyed the style and subject of this poem. I wish you health and happiness.
Thanks WC.
I am glad you liked my poem.
It is not always easy to talk about mental illness.
I wish you health and happiness.
Keep writing
FineB
I can tell your a very well spoken person from the dynamics of your writing, awesome piece and well thought out illustration!
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