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The #WongWay to live

Is the right way for Susan Cook! Invictus Games medalist, GB Women's Bronze medalist in Para-Ice Hockey and now baker!

Lifes journey

 

Tube

 

The voice comes over the noise,

Disembodied

Vague.

 

It screams into the silences,

Measures the phases,

Breathes down

 

Our necks

Our bodies

Sweat dripping on our vanity,

 

As it lurches forward

It heaves,

It groans

 

Leaving us cold,

Scared

And alone.

 

Alone as we board,

Fight for our space,

For personal safety.

 

Hold back from panic,

From terror,

People clamber on

 

Top,

Next to you,

Slamming into your body.

 

Sitting over you as you sit,

Leaning through you,

Invisible

 

Men, Women and children,

Breathing down,

Breathing hard,

 

Sharing themselves

When you need space to breathe,

Space to think,

 

Space to be alone,

Safe

And on the way home.

 

Close out the voices,

Close down the fear,

Shut down the terror.

 

Let the disembodied voices

Wash over you,

Wash through you,

 

Take what you need

And stop the tube,

Acting like acid

 

On your anxiety,

On your day,

On your journey.

 

Let it serve

It’s purpose,

Not its ulterior motive,

 

A vortex of shattering,

Pattering

Of drunken feet,

 

Squeals from pushchair tyres,

Girls vying for attention,

Guys

 

Owning the space,

Patriarchal to their core,

Matriarchs

 

Ignoring the pleads of

Wheelchair users

And others needing space

 

Needing safety in being seated,

Avoiding the terror

Avoiding the shame

 

From falling,

From slipping on the sweat,

Collapsing under the breaths

 

Washing over their weak bodies,

Tainting them in silence,

Forcing their submission

 

In a world,

Designed for the able bodied,

Designed for the privileged,

 

Designed to fit

Modern societal norms,

Modern hatred.

 

A modern way to travel,

A modern way to act,

A modern way to not know

 

How to feel;

Compassion

Empathy

 

Or care.

A modern way to live,

A modern version

 

Of the 7 sins.

Greed

Best observed through the ConDems,

 

Sloths

Are the people that refuse to stand,

Refuse to do anything worth doing.

 

Pride

In those who can’t handle complaints,

Can’t handle being wrong.

 

Lust

Forcing desires so treacherous,

Lives are broken.

 

Envy

Of the people who look better,

Are perceived as better off.

 

Gluttony

Observed at bars,

As people drink to excess.

 

Rage

In the trampled on masses,

From the warriors of the revolutions.

 

From the tedium of tubes,

To the breaking of a country,

From dictators,

 

From people,

From the hate

Mastered by few

 

But shared by many,

Spread in the media,

Spread on social network sites.

 

Spread by those

That don’t think,

That don’t care of the consequences.