The title of this poem is brief, often resembling the representation of the issue it covers. The grief of thise whom have lost someone to mental health battle is arduous and ever-lasting. To help raise awareness of this day, a celebration of Kai-Fella and his Fund's aspirations, "Pilates For a Purpose" is making sure those whose voices have been lost forever, can still be heard.
Run away, it's there. Lurking in the distant ground, hiding from you underground.
"Stay away, I know you're there!" You scream with all distinction, calling out, it is following you around.
The day is dark, it is rank. All that I can see is a shadow in complete mist.
Doesn't help, I am lost. It's taking my existence, thundering my resistance.
Couldn't wait 'til I get home; for all my inhibitions, I hide amongst the linen.
What is this? I am spooked. I think that I have seen it but unsure if it is truly with me.
Open up, eat me whole. All of my intentions have fallen without mention.
I am gone, lost the war. If only you could help me to save me from what no-one ever sees.
In the dust, a tragedy. I watch over and smile for, every time you reach up to me for more.
Now I'm gone, you are lost. But the strength that kept me guessing has fuelled you for the bigger war.
And you will win, you will make the biggest of impressions. Awareness of it will conquer all…