Aoife writes:
This is poem about a nurse called Kelly.
Kelly
Kelly,
A welcome hug…
When home seems so far away.
I clasp her wrist through each procedure.
Kelly,
Is another breath drawn.
I survived the night.
Despite, my bed feeling
more like teeth,
Gnawing at me.
Or was it anxiety?
Even if the trees outside keeping dying,
And I roam barefoot on the shards of my eyes.
Kelly.
Like a stray cat roams,
will take my hand;
Leading me home.
Previously: In My Element
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Aoife Cunningham
Beginnings
my powers are growing,
Im hugging the Rowan.
I attempt to plant my roots.
I can hear it in my heart,
The howling chants,
of the fire….
My invitation lies ahead.
An enchantress in her element.
I write to report.
Words have the power to cure.
Embrace my talent,
Grab the pen!
A soul lined with glitter,
From vein to finger tip.
Glitter and gold…
With a sprinkler of pleasure.
In the magical death of silence.
I search and heal.
Will I find my missing essence?
One day,
I will retreat back to my sanctuary.
Previously: A Path Made Of Thorns
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Aoife Cunningham
Aoife writes:
‘A new poem about anorexia and the inner conflict and turmoil of the illness.’
So Much Depends On Beliefs
I never believed I’d end up as a guinea pig,
Tied to a hospital bed.
I never believed
my world would reveal
this path made of thorns,
A path.
That I’d be forced to walk along…
It felt like I was a piece of IKEA furniture.
I’m humpty dumpty.
and the ‘A team,’
Nurse Ailish and Nurse Amy,
Put on their cloaks and
save the day.
So much depends on beliefs
And I’m starting to question?
Can the A team
piece me back together,
Again…
I never believed
I’d be so conflicted.
In mind, body and soul.
As if there’s a battle against
head, body and heart…
Who knew?
My cocktail my is ying and yang…
with progress there’s weight.
That’s when my brain manipulates.
My Actions and. Repercussions.
With progress
there’s fear,
Because I was getting near…
To be free
from this Brain Fog concussion.
So much depends on beliefs.
Previously: Memory Storage
Aoife writes:
‘A new poem about reminiscing on your youth and regretting lost time.’
Photograph
What is the point of memories if they are just kept in storage?
Fragments of my conscience littering my brain.
A painter fatigued by the colour grey.
Tears seeps into my pillowcase.
Trapped inside photographs,
I attempt to resuscitate youth.
Spark a candle for the girl I once knew.
I am but mere history,
A flame of fiery ferocity
and psychiatry.
Am I lost in the labyrinth of mystery?
Or insanity?
A malfunctioning machine.
Now I am
Sad and
buried.
Wilting Serotonin.
Previously: Wings Of Wardship
Aoife writes:
I wrote this poem about being a ward of court whilst being a free spirit. I hope it expresses the contrast of the two.
The Free Spirit Ward of Court
My Heart yearns while my mind dwells,
For liberation.
Liberation from the restraints,
Imposed by the state.
I am energy, so free and abundant,
I crave distance from the piercing eyes of my Nurse.
Give me the sky and I will soar,
Bring me a melody and I will sing.
A free spirit forced to fit into a square box.
A hammered, bent misfit yet vivid and vibrant.
My bodyguards are deaf to this
Boho’s screams.
I cant abscond in present,
But in spirit I am free.
You can cage my body but not my mind,
You can dictate my actions.
But you can’t compose my soul.
You can’t tame me!
I will break free.
And fly as high as my dreams go.
But first,
I must hug recovery.
Previously: Running Out
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Ink
It rained last night,
A vivid flow of sorrow.
A memory caught in my throat,
The strangulation of tomorrow.
The bars of my ribcage shake with screams.
If these bones shatter will I be set free?
I meditate to medicate.
When man rejects, I wave at the sea.
In this nothingness I am hidden,
Yet I finally feel seen.
I write so I don’t go blind,
I fill my page with light –
Words from the lips of someone wiser.
Ink runs through my veins.
Metaphors bleed onto the page.
These words are for me,
Because I want to see.
I burn my composure,
Unveiling my vulnerability.
Just as my pen runs out of ink.
Aoife Cunningham
Aoife writes:
I’m 19 from Galway. I began writing poetry when I was 7. My poetry is a reflection of my circumstance. I jumped off a bridge in 2018, resulting in 7 broken bones (thankfully all healed) and I’m currently in hospital being treated for Anorexia Nervosa. I spent 8 months living in a Homeless shelter prior to my admission to hospital. My aim is to help people through the power of my words.
