Edges Magazine Issue 47 - Poems by past and present service users

EDGES MAGAZINE Issue 47

July 2007

There Are Many Things
I am Finding Here

John Maxwell is going through Rehabilitation

I will isolate and try to blend
I will even say that I am well
And when I try to mask my stuff
My heart begins to swell.

There are many things I am finding here,
There are many things I am not,
But when I try to avoid my feelings
My insides start to knot.

I trust like-minded peers,
They're my new found friends and I share,
I truly love their faith in my,
It's touching that they care.

So each day I give a bit more of me
And risk in what I feel.
I'm also becoming more aware
It's the only way to heal.

I slowly accept I'm starting to change,
And others see a spark
And then I cry and share the truth,
My fears are not so dark

How Do I Let GO?

John Maxwell

How on earth do I do this?
How do I let go?
The years of hurt and chaos
My mind's about to blow.

I'm tired and heavy of my past behaviours,
I am laden down with guilt,
I never have understood my ways,
And why my problems built.

But now I'm living in another day
A time to stand and fight.
Seeking a new way of life
A path I sight, that's bright.

I'm working on myself right now
And giving 'me' a go,
And sitting down and staying put,
Instead of to-and-fro.

And now the shell has cracked inside,
The chaos starts to seep,
my peers hold the way for me
In a day I want to keep.

The Secret

by Clive a former service user of T.H.O.M.A.S.

At the moment I was born, as I first arrived
A Secret was whispered in my tiny ear
And as all babies do I cried
During the years past, in my private anguish and pain
I lost our Secret, as the words they fell like rain

Magnificent gifts were bestowed upon me
Powers greater than every creature,were there to set me free
What did I do with all I possessed?
Did I make a difference or just end a mess?

The power to imagine and the power to judge
To create, to destroy, to laugh and to cry
What did I do with all these, apart from get high

What hurts the most is the way I did lose
My greatest gift and power, the power to choose

I've searched in vain for hope and answers
With eyes so wide
I forgot to close them
Forgot to look for the Secret left inside
Now I weep no more and recall what was said
This now is the Secret that fills my head

I am the finest moment in time
All these gifts are mine
I'm the greatest miracle there is
And this is the start
I use my gifts with pride today
For they set me apart.