Guest Blogger… I’m a poet and i didn’t even know it!

Another guest blog, this time from the one and only MEGAN!! Enjoy… excuse the expletives!

Yep Sam’s previous blog is the perfect prequel to me jumping in and doing a guest blog. As those of you who read it know, it was about the power of writing. Writing has never been my strong point and poetry certainly was never been something I thought I would enjoy however; in the past months it has turned out to be a way of expressing feelings and focusing on the positive things that happen daily (whatever kind of day it happens to be).

When you end each day sharing with your friends the happy things you have experienced that day, you realize that it is not the new shoes (although sometimes that does make the list), your big house or new car that make it, but instead it is the chats with friends, a random hug, clean sheets or time with your family that frequently make an appearance. It is the sharing of these thoughts that allow you to let your friends know how truly valued they are to me and at the same time be able to feel the love back.

All too often we have things we want to say to people, but don’t because we are embarrassed or think it’s sappy. It’s not. Tell them. By text, whatsapp, phone or in person (that one is always best because you can have a hug to go with the chat). I’ve always known this, but Sam’s situation has really made sure I do it.

It is always nice to see all the incredible messages and posts on Face Book etc about what an inspiration Sam is. Undoubtedly she is, but really she is the same old Sam; energetic, courageous, caring, thoughtful. A vivacious young woman who is freaking funny!!  I’ve never met someone who truly brings out my inner idiot. Sam, I thank you for that. I rarely laugh harder than when I am with you.

So with all this love for my fabulous friend it really pissed me off that she is in the situation she is. Last Fall the thought popped into my head to write a poem about it. So I did. As I said before, I am not a poet and this is the first one I wrote.  It is very angry and contains copious amounts of swear words, but I make no apologies for that as I think it really expresses how I felt at the time.

The poem is called the squatter and for those of you who don’t know “Squatting is the action of occupying an abandoned or unoccupied area of land or a building, usually residential, that the squatter does not own, rent or otherwise have lawful permission to use.”

Obviously Sam is not abandoned or unoccupied, but this cancer certainly does not have lawful permission to be there. I found that when I read this poem out loud for the first time it was very helpful to be on top of my desk and read it angrily to two of my closest friends, but do whatever works for you! The thing about writing, any form of writing, is that I believe you do it for yourself. So if this poem isn’t your thing find something that is. It’s a great way to get those feeling out

The Squatter

Fucking squatter
Just won’t go,
Don’t you know,
No means no?
You’re not wanted

Please go away.
We’ve put down poison
But still you stay.
Fucking squatter

Changing luck,
Causing problems
You fucking suck…
Well think again

You fucking pest
You’ve brought us closer
We know what’s best.
To know you’re loved

To know you’re cherished
Is something that
Will never perish
Your fucked up ways

Have meant that we
Have had the chance
to be:

Fucking angry
Fucking mad
So fucking tired
So fucking sad

But also:
So incredibly grateful
So happily happy
So expressively loving
So soppily sappy

So weird and so wacky
So free with our money
So fiercely loyal
So fucking funny

So fuck you squatter
We’ll meet again
Some other time
I don’t know when

But when we do
You’re not that clever
You might claim the house
But you can’t have forever.

5 comments

  1. Anonymous · June 11, 2017

    Megan you fuckin make me laugh and cry a little. Love you x

  2. Anonymous · June 11, 2017

    Thank you whoever you are. It’s just my feelings from my heart x

  3. Anonymous · June 11, 2017

    Great writing and poem Megan. Found the swearing appropriate for the situation. Too right , F**k you cancer! Love Angie x

  4. Anonymous · June 11, 2017

    Wow … genius Sam! Your’e a poet and you know it! x

  5. Anonymous · June 11, 2017

    Love you girls and love this post and poem. I guess I can’t suggest you recite it and the show (even though it’s well up the kids street) but maybe at the staff party? I’ll do the beat box?X

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