Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

Beautiful poem @PeppiPatty - it moved me. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂

[Appleblossom]

Peppi my sister

You know I am wonky in the trust area. I go from trust everyone when I shouldnt to a scaredy cat in a tortoise shell.

I had the best weekend ever.  Then needed a week to come down and its already the next weekend. 

Circles Cycles

I looked up Circe's Circle and understood more of the harm your mother did to you.  We had different journeys as children and teens but are coming together as "ladies too slow to disco" yet still trying to find a groove.

[PeppiPatty]

We are sister's @Appleblossom

I need to have my nanna nap 

Tomorrow I've got to get to my husband's Mums place for lunch (groan) another Mum.........

My son is turning up as well for lunch.

Yes.....We are very poor me and my huband but we have soul. 

I cannot wait to show you what Im makng for my neice.......

[GonePirate]

Lost in confusion

what is up, where is down

fake a smile, hide my frown

resist the thought, time stands still

course of action, take the pill

swollow down, bide some time

pump up the music, write a rhyme

stand up tall, on legs that shake

remind myself, that i cant break

fight the feeling, a personal attack

close my eyes, fade to black

life is strange, dreams seem real

not sure what, i really feel

it is as if, my minds a haze

a feeling that stretches, on for days

open my eyes, awake again

falling apart, still in pain

cry out for life, to return to me

as blackness is all, that i can see

overwhelming, too much to think

im lost in the ocean, the big blue drink

not really swimming, just thrashing around

ready to give in, ready to drown

the sharks circle me, within my head

am i alive, or am i already dead?

[eth]

Powerful poem @GonePirate.  I've felt a lot like that at times.

[Silenus]

Ahoy @GonePirate - great poem.

Sending a lifevest and a rubber ducky your way... 🙂

[BlueBay]

Hi @Silenus

Can I ask you something? - when you write your amazing poems, do you just sit and write whatever comes out or do you plan what you are going to write. (does that make sense?)

Because for me I sometimes plan my poem and make sure it rhymes but then other times especially when feeling really depressed or emotional i will just write and write.

[Silenus]

Hiya @BlueBay 🙂

Mostly, I have a reasonable idea about what I want to write about - the message I'm trying to get across or the issue I'm trying to explore.

I tend to just let it pour out of me. I trust my subconscious. Sometimes a couple of lines will pop into my head to start the poem off. I then write the poem around those lines and see where it takes me.

I experiment with different types of poems. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. It can have other unifying structures, or be totally free form.

When I write, I edit as I go. Depending on the length of the poem, usually it takes me anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour or so, and the poem is finished...

Ultimately, there's no right or wrong way to write... 🙂

[GonePirate]

i couldn't imagine writing the same poem for an hour or more

I usually just go off the top of my head as you said with an initial line or rhyme

I often have no idea what I'm going to try to say

and just see where it goes anyway

when I do try to write something I'm really trying to say I find it a battle I write and often hit walls not knowing what to say next or how to continue the train of thought as for me the train of thought often goes off on a tangent

[GonePirate]

inner child

i wasnt there for you

no i wasnt there

i wasnt there for you

cos i didnt care

to my dear lost childlike innocence

i must apologize and attempt to pay recompence

im sorry i wasnt there for you

but i didnt know what to do

and now we cant control what has happened

and that fact has left me deeply saddened

because i wish i could just hold you

yeah i wish someone had told you

that it wasnt your fault and you did nothing wrong

it was not something to hold burdon and carry alone for so long

it took me years to find help and even longer to understand

the extent of the damage caused by their hand

you were a child innocent to the dangers

of family members moreso than strangers

it was on this day we learnt to no trust people

it was on this day we learnt humans are evil

it was on this day that i lost you my inner child

that very day this tired frown overtook that sweet smile

and we bacame angry frustrated disgusted and reclusive

as trust love and cofnidence became so damn illusive

we were but a puppet in anothers sick game

and for that my child we cannot hold blame

im sorry my inner child that i wasnt there for you

but you see inner child that i was a child too

i wasnt there for you

i didnt know how

i wasnt there for you

but i am here now