As the Day goes on
It wants to drop and drop it will
My mood plummets I need a pill
As the night draws in
My mood darkens
Plan after plan is in the bin
My forehead tightens
Eyes stinging
Alone my heart is breaking
I have a visit in the morning
I’ve got to hold on, sure thing
I do not have a plan
But staying strong I am
And in any case
It is not a race
Just take it steady
Until I’m ready
It won’t be long
My turn to move on
Again it will be
A time for them to see
That I can still shine
And success can be mine
Written by a patient in the Women’s Service, Rampton
A lovely poem, and one which I’m sure will give hope to others. ☺