'A Fairy's Tale' .

From her spot
At the top of the tree,
Natasha stared down,accusingly.

Every year
They plonked her here,
For a few weeks at best.

She watched their fun,
Until Christmas was done,
Bottom of a box for all the rest!

It wasn't just that though.
For this year she was doubly cross,
When they took her out,
Her wings were lost!

Disappeared they had,
"Misplaced when moving"!
One disgruntled fairy, disapproving!

Her beautiful wings
of immaculate lace,
No longer perfectly sewn in place.

She'd like to pretend she didn't care,
But how could she fly,
If they weren't there?!

At that moment,
Lifted down,
Natasha noticed the little girl's frown.

"You've lost your wings"
The young one said softly,
..."But I've got an idea! Just leave it to me".


An hour passed
and Natasha felt rotten,
Once again fearing she'd been forgotten.

When she saw something silver,
Shimmering in candlelight,
She somehow knew she'd be alright.

"They're only tin foil"
The little one said,
"... I'll have to attach them,
With Sellotape instead".

Natasha,
So happy she could have cried!
New wings in place,
She glowed with pride!

Returned to her spot
At the top of her tree,
She shone in silver,
For all to see!



Helen Sims


#helenswriting

#TakingSteps



(Image 'borrowed' from 'Google')

A Brief Word - On Brexit, and Trump!

I predicted the election of Trump, and I predicted Brexit.

The 'experts' did not.


Over the years society has (in general), become more selfish.


In times of hardship and uncertainty it is -to an extent, understandable. It isn't excusable, but it's understandable.


When you add to that a drip feed of right-wing ideology via the media (on behalf of various elements of power- elected as a result of uncertainty and selfishness), you've got something long-term, and cyclical.

Each one feeds the other. It builds and builds.


Various reactions take place. Like Brexit, and Trump.


People look to an 'alternative' as a potential way out.


After all, nothing else seems to be working. The media told us so!


All those nasty, negative headlines...


Refugees - referred to as 'migrants' or 'swarms'- so that you forget they are people.


People with disability and illness labelled as 'scroungers' and demonised, so that there's someone else to blame, - besides the government and super rich tax avoiders, who are REALLY draining the various countries.




It wouldn't be in their interests for everybody to know that though, would it?

More demonisation.

More distraction tactics!


Anything to stop you thinking about what (or whom)is actually at the heart of it!


As a person with a disability, (I have Cerebral Palsy, and cannot walk or stand unaided), - Brexit terrifies me.


People with disability need the protection of EU Disability and Human Rights laws.

They aren't perfect but they're there, and we're suffering enough under Tory Welfare Reform policies as it is! - (See other blogs, or search: #EconomicMurder , #DWPCrimes , or #UNCRPD).


I predicted it. So did others. Ask yourselves why the so-called 'experts' did not?

Pic - via Google.

#helenswriting

Depression - The Hand Around Your Ankle - (Repost).

I've often been asked 'what is depression like'?

Usually I would describe it like a hole that you can't quite get yourself out of but I think, maybe this might explain it a little better.

It's like you're in water and everyone else is swimming happily around you but someone, (or something) has hold of your ankle and you're being pulled under,even though you fight with everything you've got not to.

The harder you fight, the more desperate and tired you get.

You know you should be swimming happily too - like other people are, and you feel so guilty that you can't get away, so you find yourself flapping your arms around and pretending to be like them.

You don't want the people you love to look over and see you drowning, but you can't break free of the hand that's pulling you under.

Over time it becomes a battle of wills.

If you can just keep your head above water a little bit longer, then the hand around your ankle will get tired before you do, and gradually loosen the grip...

it isn't simple and maybe I over simplify things a bit here.

There are times even when you've begun the 'swim' back, and the hand will feel like it's going to grab you again, but you can keep your head above water. You know you can.

When people have almost drowned, they often describe a surge of superhuman strength that stopped them going under the water.

It's not easy when you're so tired that you can't see tomorrow, and you're so sick of feeling pain, that you just want it to stop.

That's when you need to find it, most. Try to tread water and keep your head up for five more minutes, one more hour, or one more day, even.

In time that hand around your ankle will loosen.

Depression is an illness and you should never forget that. It is not your fault that you've found yourself here. It's perfectly OK to ask for help, because everybody needs help sometimes. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I promise.

Just try to keep swimming.

You are not alone.

#helenswriting