'Poetry Break' by Ben Helton two drops of ink

‘Poetry Break’ by Ben Helton

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

~A. P. J. Abdul Kalam~

Canopy and Canvas

Watch them whip like planted stanzas
still firm in their rigid stances
beckoning any bird with the nerve to perch upon the frigid branches
longing for anything other than the wind with which to bend and dance with
coniferous canopies a canvas

for lightning strikes of blinding light
who like a neon knife
carve hearts in trees like these for life

where once was worth deferred
now new birth in birches and firs,
mighty pines refined and broken oak cloaked in chosen hope

leave it to He who perfectly weaves
a verse with the breeze
to allow rogue rays to leak upon the leaves
to such a degree

that if it didn’t
we couldn’t breathe

Benjamin Fletcher Helton 
Instagram: @fletcher_lexical


my impairment’s

less apparent

than those afflicted physically

feeling empty admittedly

less of what I was meant to be mentally,

imbalanced chemically

diagnosed clinically,

with this pen an extension of all the grief it’s ever given me

yet every breath is a precious gift,

still let me preface this

lexical exeges
with a glimpse of the mental illness I wrestle with
Feels like I’m standing on a ledge or the edge of this precipice
looking down upon these people living life like it’s effortless
that’s the unfortunate portrait that unless my distorted perspective shifts
I’ve been arrested by this restlessness

still I’m clinging to my faith and all that i believe in

even when it seems like every demon’s

overarching reason for breathing

is creeping in my dreams

whether awake or sleeping,

and it’s hard to walk by faith with all these floorboards creaking


daily basis,

face with this

mind masquerading as rage adrift

in oceans of pain

but hope remains

and the refrain is this:

I am not a Facebook quiz


Because I don’t color code my closet

But lost it when my own blood’s run awash in the faucet

when I coughed it from all the screaming that caused it




I’ve bleached my skin

to kill possible contamination,

figments of my imagination




I’ve never rapidly flicked a light switch

but spent my time feeling for a knife to slice through this night with




rationally I concede

that these

compulsive thoughts are often hard to believe

and stand miffed in the midst of the doubting disease




I am vexed

yet onward press

to march nonetheless,

through this desert parched

and Your words give me rest.

Benjamin Fletcher Helton 
Instagram: @fletcher_lexical

Rise and Fall

“Oh divine kaleidoscope of what’s died, and hope
a season’s interlude

affixed between summer scorch and winter frost
that which once was lost,
in you,

who dance by light of harvest moon
the glow by which your hues we swoon
sight of which is gone too soon

when last leaf
anchored by withered stem, half-heartedly wrestling with timid winds descends
like gentlest kiss,
the final stitch in wounds we never knew we had

And comes to rest in earth’s caress,
Oh repurposed dirt,
a mess, yet blessed

Mercifully adorned in the dying reborn
weary eyes savoring

this golden tapestry,
glimpse of majesty,
new life masquerading as tragedy,

photosynthetic respite from death’s grip,
the lifeblood of pain, nevermore in vein (vain)
The curse- made a verse, a welcome refrain

Oh kaleidoscope of what’s died
and hope,

You promise to return again.”

Benjamin Fletcher Helton
Instagram: @fletcher_lexical

Author’s Bio:

'Poetry Break' by Ben Helton two drops of ink

Benjamin Fletcher Helton is a poet, lyricist, and writer. Having been clinically diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as a young teenager, he’s been on an often arduous journey, but maintained a ridiculous sense of humor, developed a love for linguistics, and despite experiencing moments of anguish and questioning his purpose, finds identity and and comfort in Jesus Christ. He cannot thank his mother, late father, brother, sister, and close friends enough for their unwavering support and affirmation in his life, and hopes to inspire readers through transparent honesty and vulnerability.

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