A Stitch In Time Poem by Hadiza Sado

When you've got time
But choose to sit on the Last Straw, feeling lonely and abandoned, as you watch the walls close in on you

When the gloomy days seem to multiply and reside inside your room

When you feel worthless like a pile of discarded cards and you can't pick up a broom

When your head tells you to implode and everything around you spells impending doom

When the colour in your eyes fade from the pangs of winter blues and you can't smell "Bloom"

Do not fret Mate.
A Pity Party costs more than half a heart's weight.

You can hold on to the Last Straw
Or you can reach for the stencil and pen and write on those intimidatingly up-close walls:
"What (in the world)can I do with this free time of mine"?