PPI consultant shares a poem they've written since attending the creative workshop facilitated by AVATAR2 research assistants.
I don’t want to paint on my mask today,
I want it all to go away.
I want life how it was before,
I’m not sure I can cope anymore.
Then the voice of hope creeps in my ear,
But I hit it away as it fills me with fear.
Hope means things may work out fine,
But this is such a very thin line;
Balanced on a tightrope that may break at any time.
I don’t want hope as it’s a lie,
I just really, really want to know why.
Yet my voice of reason is loud and clear
It speaks to me and comforts my fear.
This is just one day, and I can make it,
Even if I have to fake it.
Tomorrow I may feel better and strong,
Tomorrow I may sing my inner song,
Tomorrow applying my mask may not take so long.