The liberating force of creativity
Posted Monday 26 September 2011
My name is Aldrick Monteiro, and I have been writing poetry on and off for about 30 years. I have also been suffering with schizophrenia for nearly 40 years.
By being creative whether it is by writing poetry or prose or by being artistic, my creative skills act as a liberating force within myself. I get an enormous sense of satisfaction which cannot be bought, and a sense of self-worth which again cannot be purchased over the counter, when I engage in these activities.
I find that when I have brought into existence a good poem, or I have written a good article, or done a good drawing my self-esteem knows no bounds. That I have done something worthwhile gives me no end of pleasure.
It helps my physical, mental and spiritual well-being and caters for my every good. It is something precious that I value very much, and which I do not place any monetary value on.
From an Anthology of Verse by Aldrick Monteiro, Volume One 1982 - 2009
Once I had a normal life,
Thought I’d have a normal wife.
Things didn’t turn out that way,
I didn’t have too much to say.
Things went from bad to worse,
It was a deep felt curse.
What happened to me was no joke,
It hit me hard, it was a poke,
In the face, but no disgrace,
An open case, I was in a daze.
Mental illness hit me hard,
I could play only one last card.
I was going under and under,
And I often wondered and blundered,
About not knowing what to do,
Amongst the nutters in a private zoo.
God it was bad, really rather sad,
They said I was mad, but glad,
To see the light of day eventually.
I saw more than most, I was no wally.
Took my tablets regular and on the dot,
Lived my life, did not curse God.
Had a hard life to live, wanted to give, in,
This crazy existence, it was like sin.
Not much point in carrying on this life,
Had thought I’d have a normal wife.
Didn’t have too much to say,
Life goes on, and on today.
Life in Harrow
Living in South Harrow,
Is an experience I’ll never forget?
I live in a flat on my own,
Now, in my ways I’m set.
I’ve been living here for five years,
I’ve got everything around me I need.
My bank, my buses and trains,
And Waitrose is where I feed.
I don’t work because I am disabled,
I manage reasonably well.
My CPN visits every three weeks,
To make sure I’m not going through hell.
I have a few friends I visit,
I try my best to give.
I have a wonderful family,
Who give me a reason to live.
My medication I get from the chemist,
Who is situated on the High Street.
My church is further down the road,
You know, I really can’t be beat.
I visit my mother in Harrow,
Perhaps stay for one or two days.
I’m never at a loss to do things,
To occupy myself always pays.
I never thought I’d manage,
Living on my own in this way.
I do it by the grace of God,
And whatever he might say.
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