Emerge from the water
Droplets spraying
Sun shining
Brush off the water and worries
Expel the medical world
Fresh Start
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Category: Many Paths Many Voices
Increasingly at Te Wahi Ora, with the guidance of Hilary Star, Women have been sharing their creativity through writing.
Our experience is that as we read or hear the words from these “many voices”, something new and healing, begins to emerge from within us too.
And then, the healing pathways that lead us individually into wholeness and wisdom, are amazingly varied!
So, this blog is a chance to glimpse and to add our own ‘voices’ to the ‘many paths’ women are using to move towards wholeness. Hence the name of this Blog as suggested by Janine Hanah, our volunteer administrator, Many Paths, Many Voices.
Hello or Goodbye?
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Will I get to see my precious son alive?
Am I preparing for his first hello?
Or bracing for his final goodbye?
What You Didn’t Know
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To Luke
You were too young to understand
The world into which you were thrust
You were used to holding Mummy’s hand
And having her full attention
Vacuum of Pain
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3 days old
Monitors beeping
A rude intrusion
The backdrop to a cacophony of stimuli
Wires running
Ulraviolet light spilling
Syringes filling
Breathing
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Is he dead or is he alive?
Will he make it through the night?
Listening, straining
Soft puffs of air breathing
100m Dash
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Sweat gleaming, glistening
Panting
Bending over
Struggling for breath
Visiting Time
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I’m a little scared to visit, Mama,
‘Cause I’m not sure who I’ll find;
A face that has a ‘knowing look’,
Or a lost and puzzled mind.
Take my hand
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Let me take you by the hand,
Feel my touch and understand,
That I will never let you go,
While you peacefully slumber so.
Lonely Bay
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Why are ye named, so Lonely Bay?
Alone perhaps, but lonely, Nay!
How could this be, you have the Sea,
And all that’s wild and all that’s free.
Return to Lonely Bay
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Lonely Bay, we meet again;Two long years have passed,Since I last gazed upon you,With sadness in my heart. I wondered then, “Why lonely?”Alone perhaps; that’s true.But lonely? Nay, that could not be,‘Twas me just feeling blue. That day your beach lay empty,No footprints to be seen,And something deep inside me,Recognised…