Where words sing of hope #poem

'I have no hope, therefore I am not bitter' - Krishnamurti There is a city down these hills where the geese sleep soundwhere the river laps quietly at bricks our fathers laid There is a home amidst these houses where children aren't foundwhere roosters screech while pigeons sleep in the shade There is a soul... Continue Reading →

Silver lined umbrella #poem

Chose to walk streets in search of hopeBumped around, ran out of smokesTraced my pavement steps as if on ropeLoosely tied round last night's jokes. Slept with new beats instead of blokesShook my head, that's me folksBack to the cold and newfound dopePaint this umbrella with silver strokes.

Hope for Helplessness

In my own journey of trauma recovery, I've discovered the heaviness of helplessness among victims of abuse. How does one get over the lingering feeling of not being able to do ANYTHING to stop what is happening right now? Research showed that a traumatised mind lives in a traumatised body that carries all our forgotten... Continue Reading →

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