Traffic Light
© Linda Grantham
This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears
They all speed past my listening ears.
I close my eyes to block it out
But inside my head they rush about.
I take a breath to slow it down
But upon my face appears a frown.
My heart beats fast
But my breathing slows.
I breathe in life
Then out it goes.
My body’s numb
Yet I feel my tears.
I’ve lost count of the days
The months and the years.
This traffic light
Inside my head…..
I’m scared of the day
When it turns red.
This poem was written by a daughter trying to show her mother that she understood her depression, following the sad loss of her son, the authors brother, to a brain tumor.
The empathy and insight this daughter has for her mother is remarkable, the way she describes the thoughts in her head really struck a chord with me.
If you have suffered a trauma, a loss, are suffering or living with someone suffering with depression it can be extremely difficult. You may need space to explore how you are feeling, and find ways adapt to the change in your life. It can be a relief to share your thoughts in a safe and confidential environment with a professional Counsellor.
Book an appointment today with an experienced Counsellor in Cardiff by calling 07414887061.
Let me know if this poem strikes a chord with you.