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Monday, January 8, 2007

"Credit To You"

One year in to therapy-I wrote this one. I was lifeless-dying-maybe even dead-- when you, special Messenger-stepped in and turned my head. "What does it feel like to you?" A simple question posed-- at that moment in our session I thought-'Heaven only knows!' And then I wrote the poem-how I felt it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 6, 2007

"In My Ignorance"

Another one from early therapy days.(My therapist's name is Bruce.) In my ignorance I struggled through with much distorted knowledge. I tried to learn from reading books,training groups and college. I manipulated life-it seems and everybody in it. If suggestion didn't fit my dreams-I'd throw it... Sign in to see full entry.

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"Daddy"

during first year of therapy. One part of me wants to run-arms outstretched-open wide-- crying wildly-sobbing loudly-into your strong arms to hide! I can see you in my mind's eye-reaching down to hold me near-- like a 'daddy' holds his toddler-tightly-warmly-safe from fear! I would snuggle in your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 5, 2007

"What's Wrong With You?"

Early days of therapy? (On a lighter note?) Head throbbing--Eyes smarting--Mouth dry-- Throat tight--the tide is high! Constant thudding--Heart racing--Double vision-- Restriction--the time is nigh! Sweaty flesh--Constriction--Pulse racing-- Imagination--You feel it too?... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 4, 2007

"Squirming"

Once again-written during therapy.(Issues re;biological mother.) I think I feel like I am really squirming- my little being now has split in two! The eyes are searching-mouth is screaming- 'I'm hungry-feed me do!' I am angry! I'm frustrated! But-I'm frifhtened too- I'm wet-I'm sore-uncomfortable. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 3, 2007

"Psychotherapy"

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"Psychotherapy"

As you will see-this goes back about eight years-to the start of my therapy! Psychotherapy-gently-slyly-extracts each memory. Stealthily steals it away from it's imprisonment- almost without the eye of my mind knowing! It un-wraps the restrained packages and with great skill- unfolds each... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 2, 2007

"Christmas Time"-(sorry-it's about a week late!)

Everything is out of reach-at Christmas.Feelings have to be restrained-- for Christmas.Everything is so secretive at Christmas. Masks-disguises-humanises Christmas. A phantom stealthy,silent-glides smoothly through the streets-- completely ignoring all with whom it meets! Sneaks 'peeps' in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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"What If?"

I wrote this back during my first year of therapy. What if the start of my life had been different? What if I'd been born to a capable mum? No mess-no confusion-no terrors-no need for sucking my thumb! No searching for love from all quarters-- I wouldn't have needed to ask.No hiding in little dark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 1, 2007

"Letter To My Friend Fred" (not quite a 'poem')

In the past,I have been very 'childlike' in my behaviour. Not only with you but always-even when I was with John-letting both John and you be more like a 'father figure' to me-in many ways. That may sound silly but it was just my 'mind' looking for the father-- I never had as a child! I have let... Sign in to see full entry.

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