I have been working on a collection of micro poems called ‘The Hurting Child Within’, that focus on the effects of (unhealed) childhood trauma, and disordered/chaotic relationships with primary caregivers on a child, and how they might affect the adult later on, and the way that these early traumas might then cause them to relate to relationships, love, (potential) addictions, their ability to handle conflict, and how they might as adults with deep emotional scars, negotiate their place in the world.
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As always my poems are written partly from a personal place, and partly from my professional experience in mental health.
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There is no right or wrong to my words, other than personal truth based on introspection, however there is nothing new under the sun and if you should find yourself in my description, please do look out for my posts in the next couple of days, either here on Instagram, or on my Facebook page where there is fabulous community of people sharing their thoughts and experiences.
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These poems will be short, sharp and sometimes bittersweet, but always I hope, a springboard for deeper reflection and healing.
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Perhaps we can find some healing together,
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liezel
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Photography by Lisa Fotios.
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i slice perfect circles every day
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for years
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the shape is important
it keeps your world
safe
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carrots for your lunch, and
a yellow apple
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the sweetness
for after
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always the same
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they said this would be hard on my heart, but
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here we are
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you and i so far up this mountain
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that i cannot hear their voices anymore
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they didn’t tell me that love would fall from my hands at lunchtime,
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without carrying a single word.
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— how many ways are there to love?
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© Liezel Graham 2019.
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Photography by Monicore.
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my son eats a handful of foods.
the same ones for years, now.
this is not uncommon in #autism. initially—in the very early years, just after diagnosis, this scared me.
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now, it is who he is.
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we have our own language of love.
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words are superfluous.
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