I have been scribbling poetry and thoughts since I was about 13. I was recovering from akinetic mutism (loss of movement and speech) and trying to discover my new place in the world, in school, among friends, dealing with loss of sporting ability, trying to cope with my very over bearing mother, the death of my Opa, my adolescence, the opposite sex, being bullied, and a changed body. More than anything I wanted to speak properly again, but this took some years.
After doing well at school but finding that my mother would not support me through further education, I found a good job and put myself through college. Some years and many miles later, I would also gain my degree in Psychology.
My poetry reflects many struggles, with depression that has haunted me, pain, post traumatic disorder, my travels and work, people I've loved, friends I've buried, my love of nature, my wonderful Dad, and the loves I've had in my life. There are a few about my daughter, my dog, many about the places I've lived and thoughts about people I meet.
This year 2012, sees the publication of five of my poems in The Survivor's Guide To Bedlam an anthology by many poets, some of whom have become great friends. Also, just a month later, my own collection; In Life Insane In Love. I owe gratitude to Brian Wrixon, my editor and publisher, and to Phibby Venable who has my undying admiration as a poet and whose compliments have pushed me on in times of self doubt. Also, to others who will be named in due time.
Welcome to my blog. I hope it is worth reading.
My aim is to share my thoughts and poetry, achievements and failures in the hope that I can inspire others to write or to paint, find any way of expressing feelings that aren't easy to say out loud. Poetry often does not reveal everything, I like this because I cannot possibly say out loud to another person what has been done to me, and how I suffered physically. Deep down I still have feelings of being a freak.
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The above link is where I post my poetry.
"Watch Your Thoughts, For They Become Words...
ReplyDeleteWatch Your Words For They Become Actions...
Watch Your Actions For They Become Habits...
Watch Your Habits For They Become Character..
Watch Your Character For It Becomes Your Destiny..".
Never worry about feelings of being a freak...
Been there...Done that....AND...Still do'in it....! :>).
Yes, very true. But feelings are feelings. They don't define me. How I conduct myself and my values define me.
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