Re : For S.R Re: Writing poems is saving me .

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Dear S.R.,

Please forgive me that it took so long to answer to your kind message. The last

weeks have been very busy for me.

Yes you are absolutely right, for me this is very therapeuthic !

Oh, you are a photographer, this is really great ! I am so happy for you that

then you can express so many things important for you in your art.

I have gone on writing poems for now one month and a half, and I have already

written about 115 poems !

Yes I think I should share some of them here on this site because maybe it could

help some other people.

Last week has been very intense for me, I discovered things I really didn't know

: I think I have felt the feelings I felt as a young baby when she was rejecting

me. I have written few poems about this.

Now I want to share here two of them.

God bless you S.R. I wish you to make many many beautiful art pictures :-) If

one day you make an art exhibition in Europe, please let me know, so that I

could see it !

So these are two poems I wrote in French and translated in English :

Dictatorship

Maternal

Dictatorship

Disguised

in love

An

iron

Grip

In

a velvet glove

Natacha

DASZKEL

Châteaubriant,

2012, June 1st.

Little

baby

Little

baby put alone sitten

In

a big armchair

Who

has such a sad stare

You

seem so lost

Helpless,

disappointed

Already

suffering so much

From

the absence of love

Of

your mother

You

are only six weeks aged

But

your little heart already

Filled

with bitterness

Is

bleeding

I

would like so much

To

take you in my arms

To

tenderly cuddle you

To

cover you with little kisses

To

tell you how much I love you

And

how much

You

are welcome !

You

ask yourself why you are here

Why

she is not smiling at you

And

not even putting

Her

gaze on you

You

don't understand

What's

wrong

You

would like to scream

To

make her love you

You've

tried

Already

But

it didn't change anything

You

arrived like a gift from Heaven

She

didn't give to you her maternal love

Your

heart is ravaged by sorrow

She

doesn't love you

Here

all is said

It

is like a grief in you

Which

is devouring you from inside

A

bottomless abyss

Of

unspoken sufferings

A

slow agony

Of

a disappointed tender heart

An

infinite love

Rejected

from the beginning

An

unspeakable

And

incommensurable suffering

A

screaming injustice

Your

teared heart

Is

suffering in silence

Slow

agony

Of

a baby

There

is a gaping hole

In

your little loving heart

The

hours add to the hours

And

the weeks to the years

Sufferings

in silence

Of

a solitary heart

Crying

His

mother's indifference

The

time is passing slowly

On

this agonising heart

Patiently

you have waited

That

she will finally

Love

you

Look

at you

And

cuddle you

This

love never came ….

The

gaping hole in you heart

Has

stayed

Like

a living testimony

The

screaming proof

Of

the hidden

Ugly

truth

It

is a burning brand

Which

is devouring from inside

A

soul crying

In

silence

Not

to be loved.

Natacha

DASZKEL

Le

25 Juin 2012.

God bless you all !

Natacha

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De : SR jaleo2000@...>

À : WTOAdultChildren1

Envoyé le : Vendredi 8 juin 2012 13h20

Objet : Re: Writing poems is saving me

 

There is no question that expressing your voice and vision is very therapeutic,

especially when you share that work and the world responds! I am a photographer

and have long understood the therapeutic value of my work (though I had no idea

of what I was unconsciously drawn towards and representing till I had my Eureka

moment and the gestalt of all my life was all depicted in my last project).

Recently, I attended a memoir writing workshop with 20 wonderful women. The

feedback, support, vulnerability and empathy for all that we were created

another shift in me. I read when I returned that recreating your narrative is

very therapeutic for those with complex ptsd, helping to resolve some of the

ruminating etc etc. Highly recommended.

I have also read that trauma survivors who are artists and creatives do much

better in mitigating (perhaps not right word) their trauma. At any rate, your

words are beautiful and I hope they inspire us all on this board to creatively

express our voices, without fear of imperfection, failure, or criticism, but

instead from the heartfelt desire to know and express our voices/visions.

Peace.

SR