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PSYCHIATRY RESEARCH TRUST
POETRY COMPETITION 2009 WINNING POEMS
Learning
to Fly
Falling. Falling. Falling.
That's how it happens at first.
Gravity, impossible to ignore, pulling you down.
To the ground, to The Earth.
Constantly trying, leaping to destiny.
Never succeeding, impeded by gravity.
Slowly as you persevere
the theory starts to become clear.
Little achievements begin to happen;
a slower fall, the thumps on the ground soften.
But, it's still hard, the task seems impossible.
But, you hold on hoping the sky is touchable.
Standing on the ledge, you're ready again.
Jumping into the air, fearless of pain.
Concentrating hard, flapping wildly.
Trying to levitate, flouting gravity.
You're falling slower, it's starting to work.
You imagine yourself, high above The Earth.
Thud, Thump, you're back on the floor,
but for a moment there you were starting to soar.
Learning slowly, nearer with every try.
You don't want to fail, you want to fly.
You want to be free, you want to be high,
away from gravity, up in the sky.
You will succeed, you have the belief,
you need to fly, away from the grief.
So you try and try, wanting to fly.
More and more, you're wanting to soar.
Suddenly, on the millionth leap,
you're in the air, you're actually flying.
Higher and higher you go.
Away from the world below.
Nothing pulling is pulling you down.
There's liberation from this levitation.
It's a new and exciting sensation.
Away from the world, high above The Earth.
No longer falling. No more hurt.
By Neil Bates
Third Prize Winner,
Psychiatry Research Trust (Excel for Charity) Poetry
Competition 2009
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