Tag: delores willow
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Inspiration post – Women
Today, I ran my first Womens group – WISE (Women Inspire Self Empowerment). Being the first meeting, I wasn’t sure what to expect. However, I am pleased with the outcome. It was a small gathering, only 8 of us, but it was informative, close and we shared many things about ourselves. I wanted to start…
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My words will hurt you.
You make me angry. An incessant rage that sticks in my chest, rising up to my throat, just waiting to regurgitate. xxx Years of words that would cause you hurt. Years of hurt that I have held on too. Years of frustration for the little girl that lost out on you. xxx Tears for the…
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Inspirational post – Anger
I am angry. A lot. I have no idea why normally, sometimes I am aware, but mostly, I just feel an incredible anger at everything. Yet, I don’t feel I have the right too. Nothing in my life is that terrible that I have a right to be angry. So, I struggle with this emotion.…
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Hanging over the Edge
My toes hang over the edge. Gripping. I’m not ready to fall, though I can feel it’s happening. Unsteady, wobbling, leaning forwards into the depths. xxx I know you are ready to catch me. But I don’t know if you can handle the weight of my fall. The heaviness of the burden as I land.…
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Sunset Dreams
I sit with my back to the sunset. Staring at the ocean before me. xxx The waves are constant. Like my thoughts over and over. xxx Surrounded by people, yet craving to be alone. Wanting to find peace. Wanting to feel love. A noise in my head, like the rhythmic crashing. xxx Patterns of behaviour…
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Ocean Memories
Lifeless. Your body. Lifeless. xxx Sounds of voices. Anxious, loud, overbearing. Sounds of people desperately trying to revive you. xxx Silence. Those voices give way to another noise. xxx The worst noise. xxx A mothers screams. xxx Sobs as she learns they can’t save you. that your soul has been carried away with the ocean…
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Beauty of Death
I collect dead things. I scrape the corpses of animals off the side of the road, boiling their bones on my hob. xxx I press dead flowers, keeping their rotting petals. I comfort the dying, watching them take their final breaths, souls leaving their bodies. xxx There is something beautiful in death.
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Pondering
Smoke curls around my head. Pink Gin sits on the glass table in front of me. I take a sip, coolness gliding down my throat. I inhale, smoke hits my lungs. xxx I ponder on today’s conversation. xxx My mum, discussing a neighbour who took their life only yesterday. She sits and looks at me.…
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Miscarriage of Life
A drop Unnoticed. Flow increases and redness intensifies. Don’t panic. xxx The stain gets bigger, The redness deeper. Hemorrhaging. The life inside has gone. Bleeding out. xxx Just like the loss Of yourself. Intimate feelings, The loss of the person You were. It needs to bleed out. xxx Failings, fears, relationships. Children you let down.…
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Inspiration post – Find your place
Since the children have gone back to school, I have had some time to myself which I have been in desperate need of. I love spending time in the water recently. I have my favourite water hole but also the beach has been great for me. I always had a fear of the water as…
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