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    Jennifer Parker

    This page contains a winning entry by Jennifer Parker in the RCPsych Future Archives Competition.

    The Underbelly of a Pandemic

    I didn’t know our world was set to change
    When slowly before all at once, a great sad weight
    Of human suffering – descended
    And with the virus, I watched sorrow disseminate.

    I was left to oscillate between states
    Of numb ennui, glum despair and hope.
    Potential victim, vector and victor,
    The threat now visible without a microscope.

    A doctor, I still left home, returning initially
    To the sound of my neighbourhood’s applause.
    I have had the opportunity to provide psychiatric care
    To prisoners, many ensnared in a world of archaic IPP laws.

    In the prisons, I have borne witness
    To a teeming mass of life, locked away
    In cramped Victorian cells
    For 23 hours - of every single day.

    Within these cells, calorie-controlled meals
    Congeal beside blocked toilets, and spike the air
    Torrid, too, with cramped bodies
    And minds, left to go threadbare.

    Lives compounded with hurt,
    Are left to stew in the dark
    Whilst rehabilitation takes a backseat.
    Truly, the situation for many is overwhelming stark.

    Psychological groups deemed too risky,
    Replaced instead with wellbeing leaflets pressed
    Under the door. Psychiatric visits can only be offered
    To the most ‘floridly psychotic’ or ‘severely depressed’.

    Self-harm rates overwhelm the system. Drugs abound.
    Sadness fills the empty communal spaces.
    Already dwindling connections to the outside world dissolve-
    All the while, we can barely offer the basics.

    Hospital transfers are modern nativity
    re-enactments – Nationally, we’re told, there are ‘no beds’
    The line in the sand between what is mentally unwell
    Enough - redrawn over our heads.

    The discourse that the virus imprisoned
    Us all, cannot imagine what has happened for those
    Spectral figures behind bars,
    Whose disconsolateness grows.

    If I had not seen the state of these people myself,
    Their stories would have belied belief.
    One of the many privileges of prison psychiatry
    Is how it throws the comforts of my own life into

    Extremely

    Stark

    Relief.

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