Poetry reflecting life's journey

When I began writing I had been released from a psychiatric hospital for 6 months. I had never wrote anything like it in my life. I just knew I had to write. I was so angry, at God, the world, my family, myself and the whole psychiatric system. Words poured out of me almost like my blood itself, my words were raw angry and vengeful, they reaked of bitterness, hate and despair. Words I would have be ashamed to share with another human. I was ashamed they came out from within me. I shared very few of them, but I wanted them to mean something to be validated, I wanted a copy of my book on my bookcase, ( I have many books), it was hard to say how I felt, I wanted to hide my words, but I wanted them to be validated.

I left them to gather dust for a while.

I read about Jason Pegler and Chipmunkapublishing, I sent him some. He became very excited about them and so I sent them off, believing that if God wanted them to be published they would be, whilst secretly keeping my fingers crossed that they wouldnt.

But they were!

Seeing my poems in the 'flesh' if you like was very surreal, creating very mixed emotions, I had my own copy to put on my bookcase but anyone if they choose anywhere in the world could buy a copy, I was jubilant but scared, now people knew some of my thoughts and emotions, I was out there!

I ran! for a while

I did a book launch and some talks, all under a sence of disbelief, people were looking to me for answers, I did not have them.

Writing helps me, it helps me to feel grounded, but I have an urge to share it, either for vanity or because I truely believe I have something to say and it needs to be said. I do not know which this is, yet. I believe that God will reveal that to me when the time is right.


If you are struggling in the middle of the night, or day and no-one is near to share your pain, pick up a pen and write, share your heart with a pen and paper they will not judge you or critise you but you may be comforted by the release of your words.

I share some of my words here with you, I hope they will help you wherever you are at this moment on your journey, our circumstances may be similar or miles apart, but I believe we all need signposts along the way.

May you find peace

Suexxx

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