And the luxury lifestyle that you lead
Or the billions you have hidden away
That typifies your rapacious greed.
I do not envy you your million pounds
Your 5 star holidays and crates of wine
Or the thousands in generous bonuses
And expenses allowing you to fine dine.
I do not envy you the hundreds of pounds
You can throw around like confetti in my face
As many vulnerable struggle to find a place to live
That in a wealthy country is an absolute disgrace.
The specialist doctors say I am too sick to work
But welfare assessments say I am well
I seem to have had an overnight miracle cure
Although I am enduring a painful kind of hell.
So why do you begrudge me my benefit
A few pounds to keep me alive
When ill health has also stolen my dignity
And I am now struggling to survive?
The obscene wealth has not trickled down
From the fountains of avarice you create
For the poor are becoming poorer
With the rapid shrinking of the state.
Today I am down to my last few pennies
I do not know how I will eat tonight
Sanctioned because I struggled to breathe
Surely this cannot be moral, ethical or right.
©Suzanne Kelsey August 3rd 2015
I
had always been very fit and proactive in my efforts to lead a healthy
lifestyle. I was a trained teacher specialising
in dance and drama, dance trained at the Laban dance studios in London, a
qualified health and fitness instructor and a tutor on the 'Look after your
heart' programme, as well as a full-time teacher and lecturer in education and
child development. Imagine my horror
when I suddenly collapsed in 2009, my heart going into bizarre and alarming
rhythms. I was diagnosed with heart failure
and a chronic condition called dilated cardiomyopathy apparently triggered by a
virus.
When
diagnosed with a chronic and/or acute illness the psychological effect can be
as traumatic as the physical threat. As well as doing my best physically I also
needed to restore my self-worth that in
an instant had been stolen from me. I wanted to engage with something
purposeful that would benefit me and hopefully others. To show my gratitude for the wonderful care I
was receiving from the Cardiology Department at the Cumberland Infirmary I
decided to do some fund raising for them and Cardiomyopathyuk a brilliant
support group.
At
the same time I had returned to my love of poetry to help in my recuperation
and finding myself at home alone instead of talking to the walls I put my
feelings down on paper. I had often used words in my choreography because of
the rhythm and musicality although I hasten to add I had never taken a class in
creative writing. I already had a small private collection of poetry, so I started
to organise this and it motivated me into writing more, reflecting on recent
events, which I found very therapeutic. The truth is I never stopped writing and
was able to self publish 6 little poetry books and raise almost £7000 for
various charities. Alongside this I campaigned to save our wonderful NHS and
became very involved in politics using poetry to raise awareness of how
austerity can affect us when at our most vulnerable. I find it is shared widely
across social media and hopefully it can make a difference.
Suzanne Kelsey