Category Archives: Poetry
I wrote this poem a while ago, thought I’d post it…It was written as a response to stress I’d experienced thanks to another person who should have behaved better. God bless therapy and therapists! Unsung heroes in the land of brain cells and emotions.
Love emboldens souls to be free
Or it creates dreams disappointing
Love is like blossom on the tree
It needs warmth to set forth flowering
Respect is to be earned not glibly spent
It’s not a silver spoon birthright
Respect is a given as a compliment
Not after a series of supremacy fights
Trust is peaceful but the preserve
Of those who’ve never been burned
The rest of us hold back, reserved
Until we’re sure our hearts to stone won’t turn
Forgiveness can prove difficult
But once accomplished it releases us to calm
We’re often too keen to assign fault
But that offers no one a healing balm
The heart and mind offer advice we eschew
However emotions will implode if your soul you defy
With experience we should learn that to ourselves be true
Isn’t blanket permission to injure, deride or despise.
On a graver note…
I hope that everyone is safe and well and that peace, love and empathy reign over the world.
The good guys must defeat the bad guys.
Nelson Mandela: “Let freedom reign. The sun never set on so glorious a human achievement.”
I know I’ve taken the quote out of context for this poem but he was right!
Freedom is not always a matter of physical locks
Imprisonment is a question of the mind too
When my brain housed invisible locks and rocked
I was told a fact my belief system once refused
I laughed gently, scared, not truly meaning to mock
“The psychological response to emotional abuse
Is roughly the same as a prisoner of war’s.” That left me shocked
But I conceded defeat and accepted this news
I was, am, the untrained, expertise was not mine to knock
I had believed that I had no right to my fear and blues
I now believe that Post Traumatic is indeed a shock
But I’m happy to say I’ve been paying my dues
And memory by memory, my mind’s key is nearing the lock
Freedom is on its way and freedom is the path I choose.
I hope that everyone, all 6.5 billion plus of us on Planet Earth finds, loves and enjoys freedom mentally, spiritually and physically. Fingers crossed, toes crossed, eyes crossed…
Whilst reading and editing my next book and pootling about in desktop files (as you do) I’ve found this poem that I wrote about PTSD and freedom and I decided to share it.
Oh yeah, and please make it a mission to make someone smile, go on, you know you want to!
I wrote this poem – a tanka, hope you enjoy it:
Bedraggled, laughs, shakes
Showers humans, home and self
Mud,rain splattered flanks
Padding around in rude health
Dripping loving gleeful thanks.
It’s still raining but I’m a happy writing-editing-reading bod…YAY! Oh yeah and there’s a big sticky gooey and let’s not discuss calories chocolately creamy nutty dessert tonight, not that I’m looking forward to it, obviously!!LOL.