Writing is not easy. Recently I had been caught up in a spiral of anxiety around my writing abilities. Fear had taken over and those doubts came flooding in. I started feeling like a fraud, out of my depth in a world I did not understand. All I wanted to do was write, but the … Continue reading Writing doubts and fears
The In-Between
The city life is deafening.In nature, I find tranquillity. I dwell in the in-between The city reminds me I’m alive.Nature allows me to breathe. I dwell in the in-between In the city, I’m an illusion.Within nature, I become real. I dwell in the in-between The city whispers to my egoNature speaks to my soul. I … Continue reading The In-Between
Where Are You From?
https://videopress.com/v/Dwj1oi2u?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Where Are you From? I hear those words, that question, Where are you from? A disappointed sigh rises, Oh shite did I just roll my eyes What are you really asking? As you stand before me fake smiling, your ignorance shining bright Over fifty years, five decades I've been asked the same question Why … Continue reading Where Are You From?
Foster Kid
Photo by Polina Kovaleva on Pexels.com [TW: CSA, Child Abuse] The following video is a poem about child abuse so may be triggering As part of my proposal for the Writing Our Legacy's Shifting the Gaze Bursary Scheme, was that i wanted to explore poetry. This was my first ever spoken word performance after completing … Continue reading Foster Kid
Letter To My Younger Self
Dear Child Life will have seemed so cruel and cold from young. Yet you have been so incredibly strong. So courageous and brave. Despite the pain you are so kind and giving. A beautiful spirit in a lost world Thank you for protecting us, getting us through the horrors we had to endure. I want … Continue reading Letter To My Younger Self
The In-Between
The city life is deafening.In nature, I find tranquillity. I dwell in the in-between The city reminds me I’m alive.Nature allows me to breathe. I dwell in the in-between In the city, I’m an illusion.Within nature, I become real. I dwell in the in-between The city whispers to my egoNature speaks to my soul. I … Continue reading The In-Between
PTSD And The 0.1 Mile Walk
“One day he told me that he’d spent his adulthood trying to let go of his past, and he remarked how ironic it was that he had to get closer to it in order to let it go.” ― Bessel A. van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of … Continue reading PTSD And The 0.1 Mile Walk
When they don’t understand.
‘If you can’t handle me at my worst you can’t have me at my best.’ Marilyn Monroe She's Back She’s back, he’d say Who? I’d ask She’s back, he’d say Oh! You mean me Yes, you’re back! he’d say But I never left I mean, you’re, back, he’d say But I never left I’m glad you’re … Continue reading When they don’t understand.
Natures Gifts
Engorged ocean spray, an avalanche of snow-crested waves burst like champagne celebrations upon the shore https://videopress.com/v/OnR0hTSq?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Winters day paddling
Dear Diary #1
I am not very good at keeping a diary or journal, I'll start then end up forgetting. For me writing is my journaling, my therapy where I get my thoughts down, my ideas, my story. It also enables me to write about my own mental health experiences and how sometimes I feel a certain way … Continue reading Dear Diary #1
An Adoptees Life Writing and Musings 