Sing, cry, Dance

A poem written by Lara Pickle - Videography and Direction by Irene Chirita

A Poem written as a tribute to mental health, intrusive thinking, and hope

“Cotton-like fog, migraine in the heart, you’re lost in your mind, staring at the ceiling.
Your mind is your palace, safe, comfortable, and welcoming. But every Kathy has a Lina. Like in the old movies. Lina is the face, Kathy is the grace.
Your mind is your prison. A maze to be lost in, full of spines and sad songs on repeat.
She keeps the guard: Strong stare, mean words, emotionally abusive.
It's dizzying.
She won’t let you go, but you need to go.
She is your worst enemy. Your reflection, one soul.
Lina and Kathy, one song, two singers.
Your palace is full of smiles on teary faces.
She reminds you of hatred, though she’s the only one who hates.
Sing the rain away, nobody will look.
Let your heart play the drums of liberation.
Barefoot, grass under your feet, dance the rain away.
Cry the pain away. Until your heart’s content.
Sitting in the dark, so silently loud, she looks bitter and lonely.
Wishing she could join you, but paralysed by fear.
Breeze in your face, wet grass, fallen leaves, and coffee warming your cold hands.
Sing, dance, cry.
Peace treaty on the way, followed by an awkward silence.
“Will I ever understand you?” - you both say to each other.
“Will we ever be at peace?” - you ask each other at once.
Greet each other like old comrades. Frenemies.
“It comes and goes, it’s complicated” - you both say. And that’s okay.
Sing, cry, and dance the life away.
After all, it’s only one or two days.”