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Jianah Shaddick Poem
A muted echo in the bone,
A world I cannot call my own.
The breath I take a heavy toll,
A restless spirit, losing soul.
Not darkness craved
Nor fading light.
Just weary limbs,
That cannot fight.
The endless climb,
The endless fall.
I yearn for nothing,
Least of all.
This constant thrum,
This hollow ache.
To break the shell,
For goodness’ sake.
But fear still binds,
A heavy chain.
To simply cease,
And know no pain.
Copyright © Jianah shaddick | Year Posted 2025
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Jianah Shaddick Poem
it's all in your head
yes, it's all in my head
that's quite literally
the problem, in my head is
my brain, a vital organ
they call it mental illness
but a broken brain harm's
the body
so, telling someone
"it's all in your head" is
as useless as telling
someone having a
heart attack
"it's all in your heart"
Copyright © Jianah shaddick | Year Posted 2025
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Jianah Shaddick Poem
What if I read to you a story Starting
once upon a time
And you realised that is was your
Life spelt out on every Line.
Would you hear my voice and Wonder as it
Brushed across each word and pray my Arms have the strength to hold the truth About your world
would your view on life be different and would it shock you most to find that
the things you thought defined you could be
Summed up in just two lines and all the
Ones you took for granted the ins and outs of
Everyday play a bigger part in who you are
Then you ever dared to say would you wonder
At the pages left and all the places that they could lead then vow to make
each moment one that you’d be very proud to read because there is the story
of your life but its you who holds the pen and i hope you fill the pages right
before you reach the
end
Copyright © Jianah shaddick | Year Posted 2025
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