Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured before Peace from Pieces is the eloquent Sulekha. The blog featured after Peace from Pieces is the eclectic Sarah. Do stop by and say hello plus some of us are having giveaways and contests. Enjoy!
I had something completely different planned out for this post when I first came up with the title but bogged down with a bad cold, promoting my current book (Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out), writing my second book (Frequent Traveler) and still being reminded that nothing will ever remove the silent torture of having an incurable medical condition, I re-evaluated my answer.
Writing to me is a lot of things, it is acceptance, love, faith, hope, freedom and peace. All themes I have touched on before. But if I had to pick just one word to complete the sentence, "Writing to me is ..." then I will pick "healing". Yes - Writing to me is healing. When I write, I am not the frail inept woman battling an incurable neurological disorder, I can be anything I set my mind to be without any limitations. I can choose to heal my past hurts, draw out the future and I can show people around me how much they mean to me.
Most of all, I hope I can offer "healing" to someone else who may need it so they too can chin up and keep moving forward. Lord knows I'm literally a few brain nerves short since my diagnosis and shunt surgery but for everything that has been taken from me, I still have the best thing of all, my words.
I've included something I wrote for Peas eons ago, meant for all the people who are our surfboards as we ride the wave. Love and light.
The House
There was a house given to a man
By someone who loved him very much
Maybe because it was so easy
To have received such a gift
Or maybe because he didn't know
What the house needed
The house was eventually, ruined
Slowly, the paint peeled away
The floorboards were torn from its surface
Its windows shattered
Every inch of the house creaked in pain
And mourned for attention
The man in the house didn't seem to care
Just as long as he had his corner
When others came to help
He chased them away
He said the house belonged to him
And no one else will ever have a claim
One by one, they stopped coming
Fearful for what he would do to them
More fearful that he would bring down the house
Sometimes they felt heavy hearted
Other times they wished
He would just go away
Then, one day, their wishes came true
A heavy storm set in
It ripped the house apart even further
So much, that the man must leave
There is no more roof
Bare resemblance to walls
There is only an empty frame.
The usual few come to the house
They have small offerings of paint, wood and hope
But too much needs to be fixed
And they too have their own houses to mend
You, see the house on your way to another
You think, one day long ago, this was a beauty
And one day, soon, you can make it shine again
At times you are hesitant
But more often you are perservering
People are tempted to call you crazy
But piece by piece you give it form
Some days, you step back and think
I've done such good work, I feel good
Just as another piece falls apart
And you think, there's more to be done
Will it ever end, you ask
On other days, you need to only glance
And you'll know, this is home, today and always
There was a house given to a man
By someone who loved him very much
Maybe because it was so easy
To have received such a gift
Or maybe because he didn't know
What the house needed
The house was eventually, ruined
Slowly, the paint peeled away
The floorboards were torn from its surface
Its windows shattered
Every inch of the house creaked in pain
And mourned for attention
The man in the house didn't seem to care
Just as long as he had his corner
When others came to help
He chased them away
He said the house belonged to him
And no one else will ever have a claim
One by one, they stopped coming
Fearful for what he would do to them
More fearful that he would bring down the house
Sometimes they felt heavy hearted
Other times they wished
He would just go away
Then, one day, their wishes came true
A heavy storm set in
It ripped the house apart even further
So much, that the man must leave
There is no more roof
Bare resemblance to walls
There is only an empty frame.
The usual few come to the house
They have small offerings of paint, wood and hope
But too much needs to be fixed
And they too have their own houses to mend
You, see the house on your way to another
You think, one day long ago, this was a beauty
And one day, soon, you can make it shine again
At times you are hesitant
But more often you are perservering
People are tempted to call you crazy
But piece by piece you give it form
Some days, you step back and think
I've done such good work, I feel good
Just as another piece falls apart
And you think, there's more to be done
Will it ever end, you ask
On other days, you need to only glance
And you'll know, this is home, today and always
Thank you being a part of the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour!
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1. Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out (Fiction, Novel)
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Should you like to receive a complimentary copy of one of the following
1. Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out (Fiction, Novel)
2. Writing 101, 10 Simple Tips to Establishing Yourself As A Writer Using Social Media (Non-Fiction)
3. 10 Ways to Stop Your Panic Attacks Quickly, Simple techniques to keep your panic attacks from getting the best of you (Non-Fiction)
- feel free to leave me a comment with your email address or email me at pandorapoikilos@gmail.com
19 comments:
Pandora,
As usual a good piece of writing. Only writers can identify with what they feel about writing.
Wow. The House brought tears to my eyes. I could relate to every word; after all isn't that what our bodies are... a house? I am now following, I enjoyed reading this so very much.
Always a good read! Hugs.
Writing is healing, love it. Thank you for the blog tour, Pandora. Have met some amazing writers and am following them,some are my followers now.
would love a copy of writing 101
tc
You're such a great writer and a good friend. Thanks for all your work
Dora,
I love it!
And it is just what we all do in our own ways.
Writing is indeed healing and yours is for many!
I am so glad to know you!
Paula
A great definition of writing - healing. very good. I enjoyed it.
As always, an inspiring word, a kind outlook. Thank you Dora.
You said it: writing empowers you, takes you away from your reality. Writing is such a powerful thing, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't write.
Glad to be on this tour with you.
Thanks for sharing,
Marcia
Inspiring post. I agree, writing heals your soul and your body.
A very inspiring outlook you have. Enjoyed reading it today. I think writing can be a good way of healing. Thank you
What a thought provoking poem. Thanks. Reading other people's posts about their writing is also healing - thanks for a great topic.
An inspiring post Dora. Writing is healing. So true!
What an inspiring and thought provoking post. I feel honoured to have discovered your work. Keep writing.
Grace x
Beautiful poem, Dora. In my estimation, your energy, drive, talent, and generosity overshadow any physical limitation you may have. Thanks for such a lovely post.
You keep writing, you keep healing and I'll keep reading and healing, too. Yet another wonderful stop on the tour!
"Writing to me is healing" it is for me too. i have enjoyed the tours and writing about the themes it has made my life better. so yes writing is healing. thank you and go bless
I love the poem and the post. Very intense poem - I will be back to read it again. Your posts always hit the heart.
I'm so glad that writing has brought you healing, Dora and now you are using this instrument to bring healing in to many lives - including mine! Thank you, Dora, you're a brave woman and a great thought leader too.
Love ya!
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