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dear little part of me
dear little part of me
you are safe and you are free
i know for years i didn’t see
just how much you kept my safety
you acted bravely
you kept watch gravely
forced to wield the sword and the shield
and the armour of a lady
but i need you to know
those times have now long past
we can breathe and break our fast
we can live and love and laugh
we can finally rest at last
that it’s safe for you to let go
safe to play and safe to be free
it’s safe for you to be you
and me to be me
i know for years I didn’t see
what you did for us
what you did for me
but i do now
so you can release
but i do now
so we can walk together in peace
dear little part of me
you are safe and you are free
i know for years i didn’t see
just how much you kept my safety
you acted bravely
you kept watch gravely
forced to wield the sword and the shield
and the armour of a lady
but i need you to know
those times have now long past
we can breathe and break our fast
we can live and love and laugh
we can finally rest at last
that it’s safe for you to let go
safe to play and safe to be free
it’s safe for you to be you
and me to be me
i know for years I didn’t see
what you did for us
what you did for me
but i do now
so you can release
but i do now
so we can walk together in peace
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
You can read some chapters from the book, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.
my shadow bleeds ink
i’m frozen
reading the words
scratched upon my soul
long before
i knew
how to read
but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake
so many tears
for so few words
it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly
my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again
for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
were so few
the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see
begin again
i’m frozen
reading the words
scratched upon my soul
long before
i knew
how to read
but now that i’m baked
i’ve got a new take
a new way to remake
and rewrite the wake
so many tears
for so few words
it is on me
to see
and send love
inwardly
my shadow bleeds ink
yet i hold the pen
with these words
i begin again
for my story will be long
with chapters anew
and these words
were so few
the body keeps the score
but the pen holds the key
the paper is the door
so love what you see
begin again
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
You can read some chapters from the book, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.
i’m worth keeping
upon waking
i’m dismayed to discover myself already breaking
thoughts preaching
lights beaming
whispered voices that feel like screaming
i find myself fleeing
huddling in a corner
counting heartbeats
shallow breathing
i can actually feel my rationality leaving
whatever i was is now just dissociated dreaming
i long to find meaning
behind these tears now streaming
but all i can muster is passive disbelieving
i thought such pain was leaving
i thought i was a book worth reading
i thought by sharing and speaking
my days would be filled with more than just ink bleeding
time passes and i hear my kids pleading
they want their dad
not some broken mess stuck self-defeating
time to put on the mask and pretend that the world has stopped screeching
that my thoughts are no longer scheming
and that my pain is receding
but then they hug me and tell me i’m worth keeping
they jump and laugh with smiles gleaming
inviting me to play
requesting
repeating
a loving greeting worth receiving
the world softens
stuck turns fleeting
colour returns
that unmovable block retreating
tension releasing
light increasing
clear seeing
i hold them
and commit to continue proceeding
today was hard
but sometimes just surviving counts as succeeding
upon waking
i’m dismayed to discover myself already breaking
thoughts preaching
lights beaming
whispered voices that feel like screaming
i find myself fleeing
huddling in a corner
counting heartbeats
shallow breathing
i can actually feel my rationality leaving
whatever i was is now just dissociated dreaming
i long to find meaning
behind these tears now streaming
but all i can muster is passive disbelieving
i thought such pain was leaving
i thought i was a book worth reading
i thought by sharing and speaking
my days would be filled with more than just ink bleeding
time passes and i hear my kids pleading
they want their dad
not some broken mess stuck self-defeating
time to put on the mask and pretend that the world has stopped screeching
that my thoughts are no longer scheming
and that my pain is receding
but then they hug me and tell me i’m worth keeping
they jump and laugh with smiles gleaming
inviting me to play
requesting
repeating
a loving greeting worth receiving
the world softens
stuck turns fleeting
colour returns
that unmovable block retreating
tension releasing
light increasing
clear seeing
i hold them
and commit to continue proceeding
today was hard
but sometimes just surviving counts as succeeding
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
You can read some chapters from the book, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.
A Mirror
A mirror reflects differently,
Backwards, reversing your stare.
What's dark out here is light in there.
With pain on my face I look away.
Make it stop! Get rid of it, now! Today!
I peel away the face off my skin.
My mask is gone, the blackness glares, Tunneling further in.
Digging, chewing, boring its way deeper.
I fall to my knees, feeling hollow and weaker.
The bridge in my dreams,
Becomes the place I take flight.
This is where it ends,
Now, this night.
Bound and restricted, both heavy and light.
My mind and body have all but lost the fight.
Will a light come to save me?
Or forsaken will I remain,
Alone and insane?
This poem is from the book, ‘Words On A Page’
Read more from the colleciton, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, or Audiobook.
healing
sadness and joy
in the face of healing
with you
my love
This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.
Read more from the colleciton, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.
Writing Therapy
Writing Therapy.
Just words on a page,
Or something more?
The page listens,
The page absorbs,
The page doesn’t judge.
The page can be discarded,
The page can be shared,
The page can be reread.
The act of writing heals.
It pulls the demons out.
It exposes them to the light.
It reveals them for what they are.
Fabrication.
Rumination.
Improbability.
Regret.
The act of writing instructs.
It informs our current state.
Shows our inner workings.
Forces us to be precise.
After writing comes the review.
By looking back we see the truth.
Of how far we’ve come.
Of our varied and ever changing moods.
Of different aspects of ourselves.
We see that we are more complex than our current mental state can possibly comprehend.
So write.
Write without judgement. Without pause for grammar or spelling. Without thoughts of what is appropriate or right. Without care for its readability. Without concern for the judgement of others.
It is the act of writing that counts, not the quality that you produce.
No one has to see it.
So just write.
This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence.
Read more from the colleciton, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, or Audiobook.