Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
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Hey, Lovelies.
Poetry has always been a healing balm for me.
I have books of it beside my bed. I have poems stuck to the walls of my writing room.
I have poems burned into my heart.
Yesterday was a crap day for me. It was a crap day for the people I helped. It was a hard day of hard choices when there were no easy choices or gentle measures to be had.
Poetry got me through. As did love and messages from friends, and endless pots of tea.
This is the poem that comforted me.
It’s the poem I will give to the friend whose children will only be made safe by no longer being under her roof – the friend whose coping mechanisms of drugs and alcohol have not healed her trauma but made it worse. She is a good person, with a kind heart – the heart of a healer – still, for now she is lost down the rabbit-hole of mental illness and addiction. I fear more hard decisions will need to be made there, but I am also hopeful she may find her way forward again, with support and with courage. Or maybe not. Addiction is a fierce beast – fuelled by unresolved trauma, and the new traumas heaped upon that old trauma as addiction burns everything to the ground.
I hope this poem may speak to those of you who have known trauma too.
Know that you’re always in my heart, always in my prayers and meditations, Nicole xx
become a lighthouse
Nicole sending all the love..for you and for the mum and those children.. what a wonderful poem that speaks of hope love and the possibility of new and better life after wretchedness, pain and suffering.. of nearly drowning in it and that there is always the possibility or new life. Simply love that powerful and lovely reassuring poem and love that you would give to the lady in time to come, when she can hopefully appreciate and breath in every single word of it down deep into her being…and that she finally becomes well enough to be that healer, and well enough to be with her children..I’m so sorry that you had to do this and travel through the awfulness of it all ..and sorry for those children, and the lady caught in that hellish place but relieved that the children will get the care they need for now ..and that mum might too….pink, green and maybe even a little purple love to you…. In fact a bejewelled ray of crystally, multicolored loveliness being sent your way….
Dearest Nichole,
Thank you for sharing that poem.
Lots of love, hugs and prayers,
Heartfelt hugs to you Nicole.
Some situations are just sh** for everyone caught in the net. But your loving heart and dedication to being an alternative will be that beacon for those kids.
Your friend is being sucked under by the waves of her life and her focus, and doesn’t have the strength to fight right now. You are still the beacon to her that she can see but can’t swim to, as she is pulled away by the waves.
More strength to you and Ben for taking it on. And love to the Mum who has lost her way and knows it will cost her those who she loves. đź’”
Oh thank you….that is beautiful!
Hey Nic, you are doin’ great – love ya!! …. Paul x
Bloody wonderful, thank you