“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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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'