AwarenessA Poem by Penulis KecilI was thinking about the competitions and awareness campaigns held by mental health, abuse survivor & similar activist groups, and how they often have similar themes like 'resilience'.They all bow to the same refried themes, sandwiches disgused as canapes for the industry touting hope and wanting us to write or draw or paint or just damn create something as long as it's hopeful and pleasing and shows something positive because God forbid the public see the way it really is:
instead of a fancy appetizer I am eating a soggy slice of stale bread after a full minute in the zapper- because I got distracted and forgot until the timer tinged and the cheese fizzed, spitting grease and oil, because my attention fled and for a moment just a moment breathing was too hard.
Everybody's learning that this could be them, it could be their mother or brother or cousin their grandfather or niece or child breaking up on the inside scattering into a jigsaw of caviar and moldy herring and nobody wants that for their family, nobody wants that darkness in their lives.
Oh, the caviar's fine -- everybody wants to think of those they love as brave or strong or smart or resilient or gifted from the traumas that could have blown them apart:
but nobody wants to look at the ugly growth or the scars we break our teeth upon the tenebrosity that dogs a lantern in the fog or the places where edges jag from a broken monitor and all the good there was is buried, the proverbial needle in a pile of manure - the hay, chewed up and spat out the business end.
So they give us the same refried themes, sandwiches disguised as canapes touting hope growth and all their flavours of positivity but sometimes I would rather they tell us just paint it like it is-- let the public see that sometimes sometimes you can turn the sand to glass but sometimes it really is just dirt. © 2012 Penulis KecilAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 19, 2012 Last Updated on November 19, 2012 Tags: awareness, stigma, campaign, spoken, mental illness AuthorPenulis KecilCaboolture, AustraliaAboutI'm a 29 year old Australian woman who has, like most people, experienced a number of things in life. I think I'm pretty friendly, if a little odd and silly. When I'm not writing, I enjoy other cre.. more..Writing
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