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My Therapy Journey …
I was sad But not now And do you know how? I’ve been on a journey All twisty and curvy That lead me to one thing then more. Hypnotherapy man was the start He opened my heart Looked inside And showed me the way. How to break free A new world to see Something so…
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Hypnotherapy …
Hypnotherapy A scary thought People strutting as cockerels And baa’ing as lambs Up on the stage A spectacle. Is this for me? Is it the answer? I think I’m OK But am I? Friends say ‘no’ See my moods And my thinking I’m sad and lost Covered up by my drinking. Help is needed I…
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Liminal
A liminal space Betwixt, between The past has gone The future’s to come A space so airy Watery, grounded Fiery founded In between Moments of life To go back Or go on? To float To take action? What’s this space about? What’s this change I’m being called towards? What am I Asked to let go?…
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I’m Floundering …
I’m floundering Eight years in. Hypnotherapy man He’s made me think, Question things. Am I really OK? Do I need help? Is there another way? Up to now I’ve read my books Books were my friends and teachers Maybe now They’re not enough Real experience is needed. He set me thinking Which is good, I…
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You can’t live in the past …
You can’t live in the past Nor in the future The only place really is now So, relax, de-stress Take your foot off your neck Do we look forward or back? I don’t know. Book 1 was the past And I’m moving from there It feels freeing And I’m incredibly proud To have stuck it…
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Letting Go …
I’m not letting go darling I’m just letting go There’s a subtle difference Others may know. A loosening of ties A distance maybe A move away From the surety. I’ve loved you so long So hard and so strong. None of that changes But I need to move on. You need to too, I know…
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Lost or Found?
Lost or Found? I am in a quandary Do I stay or go? I always thought I’d go. To go was the future Where all the fun could be A new life A blue life Full of sunshine not shadow. But now I’m not so sure Was it all a dream? Was it real at…
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Eighteen Years, hundreds of tears …
Eighteen years, Hundreds of tears, A big empty space, Fathomless, Scary, Disblief, Denial, Confusion. The unknown. You’ll come home, right? This can’t be it. Where have you gone? Why have you left me? I can’t cope alone. I want you near me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. It’s wrong, Not right. I need…
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Footprints in the Sand
Footprints in the sand Big ones, small ones Pincey toes, splayed out Going straight, eye on the horizon Determined, forceful, purposeful Patterns in the sand. Lines, squares, circles, herringbone Adults, children Dogs playing, running, scratching Having fun. A fleeting glimpse of time. The tide comes in Washing, cleaning, smoothing Out the sand A blank canvas…
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The Poems …
After writing ‘Life and Love in Africa’ I always thought there would be a Book 2 to follow my journey after Gaban died, to show how I coped, the help I received and the opportunities I took to come to terms with my loss. In the end Book 2 came to me in the form…
Return to Me
From loss to freedom
Return to Me 