I threw the dice today,
But the numbers didn’t stack up.
I forced you to be honest,
And now my heart is broken.
Illusions
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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.
Childhood Memories
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What did I see, Mummy?
What did I hear?
I’ve lost my voice, Mummy,
I’m frozen by fear.
Seat of Trust
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I’m driving on the motorway,
When tension starts to rise,
My eyes are focused outwards,
While my inner child cries.
Damn you!
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Damn you!
Damn you for making me believe in you.
Damn you for making me believe in you then leaving me
Mirror Talk
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One day I awoke
And said, “Enough!
Time to be me.”
Secrets
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“What would you think,” Mum asked one day,
“If you and I just went away?”
Just Allow
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The sea roars majestically
Wave after wave, a foam of salt water
Like my tears, a reminder we are part of the earth, of the sea
Our time here is so short
Like each wave that hits the shore
A Man Who Cried
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That day,
When you broke down,
I cradled you in my arms,
Astonished by your pain.
A Penny For Them
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It ain’t right that I cannot
voice my thoughts,
But I’m afraid, you’ll say,
I shouldn’t think that way.
What the heck is it?
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Put pen to paper,
Emotions will rise
Like tingly bits of magic
That have been in disguise