Poetry

Running man

Hi everyone and thanks again for visiting my blog. Below is a poem that I have wrtiten about the feelings that a runner goes through running a marathon and I hope you all enjoy.

Here I am on the race start line

Hoping to get an amazing time

Feelings of excitement, feelings of nerves

Hoping to get a medal I feel I richly deserve

As they blast off the starting gun

I am getting ready, getting ready to run.

As I start off this long trek.

At the end of the race I’ll probably feel like hitting the deck.

As I start and run the first mile.

I realise this is a gruesome trial.

Running mile after mile, putting one foot in front of the other.

I felt how much we were beginning to suffer.

At 13 miles we were nearly half way.

Oh come on is what you hear your voice say.

Legs are not shattering in a lot of pain.

But I couldn’t give up as there was a special achievement I wished to attain.

I am continuing, continuing to run hard.

Finding it hard to keep that strong mentality running guard.

Pain rippling through the body especially the calf.

I was thinking if only I had done a half.

But I was so eager, so eager to get that medal.

I knew I had to continue this difficult running pedal.

As I approached mile 20 the end was in sight.

Much to my imperious and infectious delight.

The end is near but yet so far.

Whoever finishes this race is a stubborn beautiful star.

The pain is still there, too much to take.

All I want is a scrumptious juicy big phat cake.

Here I am at the end of the race.

I can’t imagine looking at my bleary eyed tired looking face.

Walking towards the marshalls to collect my prize.

Now I’m off to rest these beautiful thighs.

Thanks for reading

Faisal

Poetry

The infectious smile

Hi guys and girls and thanks again for visiting my blog.

The next poem isn’t one of mine but I saw it on the @simplypositive Twitter account and I think this poem is amazing so wanted to share it with you. It’s called “The infectious smile” as it is about the power of a smile.

Smiling is infectious

You catch it like flu

When someone smiled at me today.

I started smiling too.

I walked around the corner and someone saw me grin.

When he smiled I had realised that I had passed it onto him.

I thought about the smile then realised its worth.

A single smile like mine could travel round the earth.

So if you feel a smile begin, don’t leave it undetected.

Start an epidemic and get the world infected.

Thanks

Faisal

 

Book Reviews

Stuck in my head: Stories from survivors

Hi everyone and thank you again for visiting my blog.

Today I wish to give a review of a fabulous zine that was created by the talented Lauren Chessebi called “Stuck in my head: Stories from survivors. The zine is about mental health and various topics of mental health are discussed.

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2 of the things that I like about this zine is that multiple people have contributed therefore the reader sees multiple ways that mental health can effect different people. I also love that they have used different methods to tell their story such as Art, poetry and story telling. I feel this adds a bit of creativity and a bit of variety which is what lots of readers want as it helps to keep them interested.

The zine also includes a letter from Hannah Rainey titled “To the one who never gave up (again another great blogger who recently won a blogging award) where she describes the qualities of someone who didn’t give up on her and thanks them. I want to share this letter with you because I feel I can really relate to this letter as when I was unwell I had a friend who didn’t give up on me and some of the qualities he had Hannah talks about here.

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2 other pieces that really affected me was written by Amy Smith and Sarah-Louise Kelly where they talk about their experiences with depression. What I really liked about these pieces is that they talk about what they did to help themselves to get better. I mention this because to get better a person has to make a little effort themselves however hard it is and from this piece I feel they both have done that. The steps they made may not be for everyone but she did get better and a piece likes this offers hope and encouragement.IMG_0649

 

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Below is the example of some of thee artwork creatively illustrated by Sian but I like this because they show both a dark and light cloud. I feel the dark cloud illustrates depression but the light cloud illustrates hope (something which is key)

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Below is also a piece by Lauren herself called “To Sonder” Love this piece because it makes me think about things that I had never really considered. It makes me think about how we don’t know what problems others have in particular strangers which I think sub-consciously gives us a message to be kind to one another even if someone annoys you. Below is Lauren’s text and there are some beautiful words and advice lying in this piece.

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All the people who have contributed to this zine have done a great and the fact that they are all survivors show hope and encouragement to anyone suffering with any illness physical or mental that life can get better!

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Below are the Twitter, blog and Lauren’s Etsy store details where you can purchase the zine for everyone I have discussed in this review. Go give them support and read their blogs because they are all fabulous:

Lauren: https://twitter.com/laurenevie_  http://www.laurenevie.co.uk/ and https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/471464243/stuck-in-my-head-stories-from-survivors?ref=shop_home_active_1

Hannah: https://twitter.com/hannahrainey_and http://littlethoughtsblog.com/

Amy: https://twitter.com/amyjanesmith and http://amyjanesmith.blogspot.co.uk/

Sarah: https://twitter.com/sarahvulgaris and https://www.maketinychanges.co.uk/

Sian: https://twitter.com/siantweets and http://www.sianblogs.co.uk/

Thanks for reading!

Faisal

 

Running

Back into running

Hi everyone and thank you again for visiting my blog.

What a week that it has been! Since Ramadan ended I have got back into the running mode and wanted this to happen straightaway.

On Tuesday evening I decided to go to the Thornton Cleveleys interclub which was a lovely 5 miles route near Blackpool. The route was beautiful and scenic and I always find there is something calming and soothing about running near the sea. During the first quarter of a mile my legs felt tense but then after that I relaxed a little and got into a slow and steady jog which I maintained until the end. I realised just how much I had missed Red Rose and it was fantastic to be out running with them again. One of the best memories of this night though was myself and my mate Ben getting lost whilst driving on the way to the buffet afterwards and we ended up about 5 miles in the wrong direction. A funny memory.

On Thursday I paid a visit to training at Poachers. I was quite excited as this was my first Thursday run in 4-5 weeks. I was quite surprised as the turnout was relatively quiet and lots of familiar faces seemed to be missing however I still had a great time and managed to do the short run which was a 5 miles option around Cureden Valley.

Saturday was planned to be a busy day. I did Parkrun in the morning. It was great to be back at Parkrun because I had missed it.

I then made my way to Lostock Hall for a 5k run which coincided with the Lostock Hall carnival and started at 12:30. I was told at Parkrun there would be 50+ people from Red Rose there and it didn’t surprise me that there was. The turnout was incredible and both the race and the support was absolutely fantastic. I’ve never seen so many people turnout for a 5k race before.

After paying a visit to the Science Festival at the University of Central Lancashire, going out to eat and a wonder around town with friends it was time to go home and relax for a few hours ahead of a 10 miles walk for St Catherines Hospice who are an incredible charity who helped to support my grandmother and the rest of our family when she was seriously ill.

The walk took place at 10pm and started off outside the hospice. There were loads of people there and I was quite eager to start. The walk took us through different sites of Preston including Bamber Bridge, Town Centre, Penwortham, Lostock Hall and then back to the hospice.

The pace was quick to start off with and then I began to slow down a little and then got relatively quick again. I was quite surprised by how quick I was walking towards the end bearing in mind I had done Parkrun, Lostock Hall and had a wonder around town. Sometimes you realise the body can do miraculous things. We finished just after 1am and 1 thing was for sure. I was tired.

Thanks for reading

Faisal

Poetry

Blinded life

When I wake up in the morning my eyes open but I can’t see.

I yearn to see a vision, a vision of me.

I can’t see as I am blind.

A sight and a vision is what I wish to find.

I always wake up hoping today I will see some light.

I always end up with darkness, like the darkness of the night.

I often think why me?

All I want is a beautiful colour to see,

All my life I have had no vision.

Feeling like my blindness has given total division.

Walking on the streets is a hard task.

The difficultly of which I struggle to mask.

Each day however I have hope.

Hope that one day my eyes will open but vision will float.

Book Reviews

Melancholy Mind

Hi everyone and thank you again for visiting my post.

Just want to warn you guys again this post does contain some sensitive material so giving you a trigger warning.

For today’s post I would like to post a review of the book Melancholy Mind written by the talented Charlene Mcelhinney.

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This is a book that describes Charlenes personal struggles with mental health through her poetry. One thing that stands out is that mental health is such an increidbly difficult sunject to talk about because it is so personal so I think Charlene and anyone else who talks about mental health deserve credit for being so open and honest. I know from my own personal experiences of mental health that it can be hard talking to those you trust never mind those who you have never heard of.

A lot of the poems in here are hard to read because of the nature of them but at the same time they are beautiful because they are something we can take a lesson from, use for our own education and I believe they will bring hope and comfort to those who are experiencing similar situations and show that they are not alone. I know Charlenes poems are a true and accurate description as someone who was previously diagnosed with a mental health illness myself a lot of her poems also describe how I felt too and it felt relatable to me.

I really like Charlenes poems because not only are they descriptive and powerful, they also make you stop to think and contemplate about the situation and that in itself can teach us empathy and comfort.

One other thing that I really like is how Charlene has structured the into 9 separate chapters (Reality, Symptoms and causes, Love, Insomnia, Medication, Recovery and Coping, Help and Contacts, Blog Snippet and Twitter Reaction). I feel this helps the reader to understand mental illness more and breaks it down into sections rather then just giving a general overview.

I just want to share some of the poems and feedback that Charlene has already received from each up for her chapters

1. Reality

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2. Symtoms and Causes

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3. Love

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4. Insomnia

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5. Medication

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6. Recovery

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7. Help and Contacts

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8. Blog Snippet 

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9. Twitter Feedback 

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If you wish to purchase Charlenes book, follow her blog or Twitter account, please see the links below:

Click here for her blog.

Click here for her Twitter account

Charlene also runs a Twitter chat #beechat and click here for a link to their profile.

Click here for the Amazon link to purchase her book.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

Faisal

Poetry

Mothers Beauty

Hi everyone,

As mentioned in my bio I also love writing poetry and have decided to share this on my blog so below is one of my poems.

I should probably give this poem a trigger warning as it does involve grief. Thankfully I haven’t been through this experience yet but when writing poetry I like to imagine myself in the other persons situation and think about how I would feel and I hope you all like it.

 

Mothers beauty

Here I am playing with my toys

Trying to block out a devastating noise

All I heard was a loudness, a commotion

Devastated to know it was my mothers final motion

Still was still, she was gone

From this world she had departed from

A hole had developed in my soul, in my heart

A pain that was clearly tearing me and my family apart

I had never felt such pain such emotion

Only too late I had realised a mothers pure devotion

I long for her comfort, I long for a hug

In a shallow  grave she is preparing to be dug

Here I am trapped in grief

Knowing this pain is not likely to be brief

Witnessing her body is quite hard to see

On one hand wishing that it was me

I miss her, I miss my mum

Her face always shining as brightly as the sun.

I miss her, I miss my mum

The calling for dinner she had made wanting me to come.

I miss her, I miss my mum

I miss her looking after me as she had always done.

I miss her, I miss my mum

I miss talking about my problems to her which she didn’t shun

I miss her, I miss my mum

My immediate future looks so bleak, so blearily glum.

I miss her, I miss my mum

Wishing this heartbreaking damage could be undone.