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"Poetry
is writing about yourself waiting to see what will show up, the words are the
finger points of your soul.”
~Sandford
Lyne, author of Writing Poetry from the Inside Out
Maintaining
forward momentum in the face of pain, fatigue, and unpredictable symptoms can
be challenging. In our book Broken Body, Wounded Spirit: Balancing the See-Saw
of Chronic Pain, SPRING
DEVOTIONS, we talk about inner expression through poetry and how it can
help us cope with pain and fatigue. All our books
have tips for writing for self-exploration. Poetry is one of those.
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APRIL IS POETRY
AWARENESS MONTH
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Poetry
is often thought of as the conduit to our soul. For me, writing poetry
heightens my senses and provides an alternative path that promotes mindfulness.
The words I chose give my thoughts texture, making them palpable, at least to
me. Writing poetry provides a beautiful detour,
because unlike physical pain and illness, there are no boundaries, no limitations. We have unabashed freedom to explore
and express ourselves using colors, shapes, and concepts we might not
otherwise.
I
am in awe of the power of randomly chosen words and their ability to bring me
peace. Whether I am working through a difficult situation or embracing the
wonders of the world, I know when I'm done, I am connected to an inner being I
only know through poetry.
I
wrote a blog on how to write “I am” poem, which you can use as a template to write your own.
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I love it when the words fly, coming together effortlessly, but that isn't always the case — at times — I have to put my words aside or work from a different angle. But that's why I love to do it.
I wrote this poem staring with four random words: truth, bird, broken, observe. It went through several transformations before I felt a deep meaning for myself. Some of my poems don't make a word of sense to others, but they don't need to. They are mine, just as your will be yours.
This Is My Truth ©
by Celeste Cooper
Like a bird with a
broken wing,
I can stray off
course, my flight pattern disrupted.
Wounded from the
fall, I will not judge, because
As a wise owl, I
observe, I accept, I understand—
Before I take
flight, I need time to mend, plan a new course.
This is my truth.
Imperfection as
clear as a broken mirror,
Though broken,
goals are transformed.
Seedlings forced
into maturity will not thrive.
Accepting that
mistakes are the seed, I cultivate.
The broken mirror
affords a self-reflection of reality.
This is my truth.
I falter, sometimes
wretchedly, but enlightened.
Sweet is the nectar
of success—not synonymous to perfection.
Erupting from deep
inside a reminder from Edison,
"I did not
fail; I found 10,000 ways that won't work."
I accept my
imperfections—only then—can I take flight.
This is my truth.
I hope you will pick up a pencil and a piece of paper. Write down some of your favorite words, you can find them in crossword puzzles, a good book, the dictionary, or make them up; that's the beauty of it. Let your mind float and your hands glide across the paper as the words guide you to a new place, a place hopefully free of pain and illness, but if you need to work that out, you can go there too by observing until it dissipates in the background. Just do it.
Additional Reading: Minimizing
the Consequences of Pain and Illness by Exploring Your Creative Nature through
Poetry by Celeste Cooper
In healing,
Celeste Cooper, RN / Author, Freelancer, Advocate
Think adversity?-See opportunity!
“Listen closely; I hear
the sweet sound of existence.”
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