For Jonny

For Jonny....

 

 

 

Because you wear your heart on your sleeves,

It was easy to find without scrutiny and scans

And when friendship was gladly received

That heart rubbed off on me the moment we shook hands!

 

Because your words were a different language,

As you became my gentle tear-wiper

They wrapped around my hurt like a bandage

And taught me to listen to my heart’s messages and decipher

 

Because you see my colours beyond my written black script

Today I will paint you something colourful and creative

For times when our sun is hidden in the eclipse

The scene will be a land called Compassion, to which we are native

 

Because you told me the truest story, humble and honest

Where the hero sometimes has to crawl…

…Through the wood and tree-cluttered forests,

Now I will get to know my rainbow before seeking the pot of gold

 

Because to go the extra mile you were willing to travel

Despite the unfamiliarity and the uncertainty

Now however the future may unravel

Rest assured that on your journeys I shall always accompany!

 

 

 

 Mel XXXXXXX

 

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy, 2013

 

Sips- A poem about anxiety and panic

By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy

Today I take a sip

The sip of life to my lips

The lump appears as it passes my throat

It must be a coincidence, nothing to note

So the next day it is two more sips

From this drink called life I take to my lips

My vision is blurred, I cannot see far and squint at the closest

While bit by bit I seem to lose focus

But still I must continue, with three small sips

Life proceeds to enter my lips

Past the lump, to my heart it trickles

Draining away I feel so little

It takes another four sips

Of putting this thing called life into my lips

To realise my heart is sinking, down it descends

And I’m getting tired of having to pretend

Five slow and dreaded sips

Of the poisonous life do pass my lips

The toxins filter down to the gut with enthusiasm

And I silently wince as I feel a spasm

One, two, three, four, five, six, counting the sips

A bit faster today, liquid life is upon my lips

And soon it runs to my joints, my ligaments

The pain cannot be medicated, for nothing makes a difference

Seven days of the week and seven sips

Lethal life tingles on my lips

It has me under trial and I know the verdict

For to this drink of life, I am allergic

© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2013