Sing Freedom Freedom. Helena Donovan

Jason asked  about the dark side of me in writing ?   Personally i feel this piece was probably written at the lowest edge ive ever been in life, My dad died young,  me Mam and i were very close and  the best of friends. She was wise/ funny and so loving to us all. She died suddenly on the same date as my Dad 3rd june. I do feel i went mad in the head when i heard the news".[ some would say i still am lol] I hour before she died she had been playing the piano for her grandchildren, showing no signs of illness.
I feel no shame about how i was at that time, sometimes we have to get sick to get better. I wrote this some years later looking back on that person i didnt know, but became when grief struck.. If your depressed in anyway please dont read ..

Sing Freedom, Freedom.             Helena Donovan

  Prison bars replaced her mind, caging plans denied
Floating in the dark, chasing mother’s eyes.   
Abandoned celebrations, central   spiral in decay
Her precious mother, her life, her friend away

Bell rings, the terror begins, the chime continues to bay
  Silent screams, she cries, “go away, Please, go away.
Cloistered in her palace, idle mind has lost its play
“Leave her to her struggles, whispers "she’s lost again today".

She needs a helping hand,   gnarled fingers point, accuse
Dishonour in her madness, minds ability abused.
Relevant information has lost its rational skills
Two women! One has died the others grief is hell.

Fears, acute anxiety, made her a broken wreck
Strongholds   guarded spirit, inoculated trek
Time gives permission, re enter, to survive.
  Wounded cries like gulls, abate, cease,
Sing   freedom,   Freedom,
At last, peace in peaceful mind.

Old Doll.