Your Words

Here are some poems and short stories from Young People at Calman.

The Only Way

Alone in a crowded room,
Unfamiliar faces are all I can see.
I'm terrified of all of them yet none of them have noticed me.
Paranoia is my only friend,
Nowadays it's a daily trend.
This crushing depression has been with me everyday,
It's all I feel, there is no other way.

I open another tin that releases foam,
I drink it all cause I can't call this house a home.
I know the place where I wanna be,
But it's the only place I cannot see.
This crushing depression has been with me everyday,
It's all I feel, this is the only way.

 Cutting Away

Feel the tensions
Your body tightens
Feeling really anxious
You grab the blade
Looking down
You see your arm
Bleeding
Just another slice
What the hell
It will heal
Blood pouring
Out ma arm
The tension is going
Feeling mellow
N chilled
Watch the blood
Calming through ma
Body
Put the blade away
For another day

Taking Away the Coffee

You start the morning
with a cup
Take a dozen more
during the day,
But
What if I take it away?
You shiver and become irritated,
Moody and snappy.
Begging for just one cup
Then you crack
And go to the shop
'N' come back with milk 'n' grains
Only to find the kettle has
Walked away!

 Scotland in the Eyes of an Observer

As I sit up on Fyrish monument I forget about the hard struggles of life.  I hear the sound and feel the cold, strong winds going through me.  As this is happening, it makes my mind rush back to the past history of Highland Warriors and feeling them giving their all - putting their souls through me, as the cold winds press around my hands and face.  The cold makes you feel more alive.  Even though this is happening, I wouldn't ever think of going elsewhere.  As the wind picks up and becomes stronger, connecting me with the past, it makes life seem endless and I realise that this is only the beginning.  As I stand up on Fyrish monument looking down on the small Highland towns, people and beautiful farming landscapes, water as well as a small part of the sky, it feels the world is at my fingertips.  I observe the power of God's creation.  I feel like a god as I view the beauty of Scotland from above.  All the days I've been down there, I never stopped to come up here and view the scenery and forget about the work that goes on down there everyday.  I just let my mind drift along until all I could take in and see was the beauty of this great country, but like most, I just never had the right mind to see it.  As I start viewing the dark, misty sky makes the towns below look gloomy, but I'm still sitting up on the higher ground.  I have now found it doesn't matter if my life is often lower than the earth's floor.  All I have to do is come along up here and stand up on Fyrish monument and take a great, big long look and head back down to a place I call home.

I can now face another day with more wisdom in me.  I often strongly felt that standing up on the top of Fyrish is much like the Kingdom of Heaven.  It may be a gloomy heaven, but it's the place I call home.