Poetry

“The part that knows does not speak and the part that speaks does not know”. Lao Tzu

I started writing poetry about eight years ago, having never done it before. Words began bubbling up from my subconscious and forming themselves into poems. A word comes first which becomes the title and, from that, the poem really writes itself. It's quite magical in a way, but then I believe this is often how creativity works, whatever the medium. Whether it's a song lyric or piece of music; a literary piece, a sculpture, a dance, artwork.....

 

For me, it has become a form of expression for my inner-world of thoughts and feelings. My poems externalise my inner experience and this enables acknowledgement. Crucial for developing self-awareness and personal growth. 

 

I have come to see them as my soul speaking and I have learned to listen to their wisdom. Sometimes, they tell my own personal story; sometimes they come in response to someone I am working with; sometimes they are responding to an event or experience in the 'outer world'. But, always, they allow me to express my experience, moment by moment.

 

Through them, I have found a way to provide acknowledgement for myself and, by sharing them, my hope is that my words will resonate and facilitate expression for others, where words may not come easily. Perhaps they will enable you to name your feelings or experience.

I have published two poetry books Mending the Soul. A Journey beyond Abuse (2017) and Finding Your Voice (2018) , both of which can be found on Amazon. I am currently working on my third book which focuses on loss.

I regularly post poems here too.

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Algae

The algae is thick on the water today

Tightly sealed, like a lid

The sunlight unable to get through 

 

I imagine how dark and cold it is underneath 

And it makes me shiver

 

The creatures that live there

Must have needed to 

Evolve to survive 

 

A sadness trickles over me

As my attention turns 

To the human condition 

 

Those wounded souls

Whose suffering was not acknowledged 

On the outside 

Or the inside 

 

They carefully and diligently

Create their own layer of algae 

To protect their vulnerability 

But in doing so

They cut themselves off

From the nurturing warmth and light

 

Empathy and compassion 

Slides across the surface

Unable to penetrate 

The fear of feeling

Is too great

 

Until, one day, when the conditions are right

A small opening appears 

And a chink of light seeps through 

 

In time, it grows and expands 

And the heart is opened 

An inner knowing begins to form, it says:

 

'I am me and I am worthy of being loved'

September 2020

 

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