GREY SKIES: SEEING THE BEAUTY IN YOUR GREY
Grey skies are above us, heavy with emptiness. No joy, no sorrow, in these skies, no fine weather to bless. How can these skies be so heavy and yet hold nothing at all? Grey skies full of numbness, so no…
take one step: a poem about living for today
Take one step, and leave a watermark in the dew, Until the grass beneath rises up anew. Each step, each effort, all too fleeting No lasting impact, our endeavours beaten. We strive and toil, to make a mark Upon this…
Mother’s Day
And so, it is Mother’s Day again and I wanted to acknowledge that this is a difficult day for lots of people – those who have lost their Mum, those who will never be a Mum, and those who have…
CONSTANT
My life is shifting, the rug has gone, from right beneath my feet I feel so numb and lost right now, I can barely even eat. Like the sands upon the beach, that do not hold my weight I sink…
Tagged: anxiety, burnout, fulfilment, how therapy works, HUMAN NEEDS, limiting beliefs, overwhelm, trauma
what we need to thrive
When I was young, my teacher taught us how to plant a seed We gathered together all the tools, and things that we would need Some moist compost, to fertilise, and set the seed alive A snug container, some water…
Tagged: HUMAN NEEDS
STARS: A POEM FOR MY CLIENTS
I can remember nights as a child, when the skies were dark and vast, we had no streetlights, where we lived, and I could see the stars. They twinkled right above my head, they were bright, like Christmas lights They…
Tagged: fulfilment
REFLECTIONS ON A YEAR
As we look back, upon the year, that’s drawing to a close We sit cosy by the fireside, immersed in its warm glows. We look back at the things we’ve done, the people that we’ve met We reach out a…
Posted in: TherapyTagged: fulfilment
THE THERAPIST: A POEM BY EMMA OLDERSHAW
You’re looking for a therapist, where on earth are you to start? There are adverts simply everywhere, but what sets them all apart? How are you to understand, which one is right for you? How can that really be conveyed,…
A CHRISTMAS POEM FOR ADULT CHILDREN OF ALCOHOLICS
It’s Christmas time, with sparkly lights, and presents to be wrapped. A time of year for many that can leave us feeling trapped. As adults we look back to Christmas times when we were young. The memories we find there,…
Liam Payne: why things must change
I have been thinking a lot over the last few days about the tragedy of Liam Payne’s passing. Back in the day, I remember dancing around my bedroom to One Direction songs, in a state of complete joy. Although I…
