I wish I could paint
but with colour I am
green skies
purple roofs
grey sunsets
With a brush I am
outside the boundaries
over the edge
On canvas I am
blobs
Wiggles
Spills
In oils I am
sliding
In acrylic I am
sticking
In water I am
running
In pastels I am
smudged
I could not arrest you
with my scenery
Nor plant you amongst poppies
I could not
catch your eye with my eyes
My clocks would not
ooze
they would fall
My portraits would not
look like the man
Any man
My still lives would sit
listlessly
My Coca-Cola would be
flat
My baked beans
has beans
Nothing I paint would
leap from the canvass
to stimulate your imagination
or make it live
But all is not lost
With words I can
Paint you a sunset
or grow you a tree
Splash colour across
your hopelessness
In time I can
trip you over a crinoline
constrict you in a corset
or stagger you on your first high heels
I can twenties flap you
fifties rock you
sixties roll you
or nineties rap you
I can take you walking
along leafy lanes
splattered with sunlight
I can stroll you
along a beach
I can place the sound of the surf
deep within your imagination
for later
I can swim you
In cool grey seas
tumble you under frothing waves
sweep you safely
back onto the beach
Take you
home
I can heat you
on a cold day
And freeze you
on a hot day
With my words
you can
walk on snow
too deep to walk on
Feel mountain breezes
caress you
Smell the cleanness
inhale the newness
touch the sky
Or you
we
I
can sit by a lake
aware of the depths
at our feet
Too scared to dip a toe
too frightened to swim
But we can still sit
still
Together
Deb Hawken
Sometime the last century
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I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, after fearlessly exploring many ideas, philosophies, and tools, I finally found methods that helped me return my mind to a better normal. One of the things I hated about anxiety was the way people treated me like a fool or a problem, I have two degrees and I'm a (much) retired black belt, my IQ is decent, but I constantly felt like a complete idiot, something that was exacerbated by never feeling like the real me. The girl who could laugh endlessly about the smallest things, and had a real excitement about what life had to offer her. I didn't need anyone else to tell me I wasn't 'right', I knew that better than anyone. My mission now is to support people suffering as I did with a message of support with what they're going through, tools and ideas that might help, and a strong message of hope for the future. At 63, which I am at the time of writing, many people I know are in a rut, yet having beaten anxiety I'm now doing more with my life than I ever did when I was struggling just to get up in the morning, let alone face the day. It's a wonderful feeling - so the main message is that it doesn't matter how long you've been struggling or what age you are, when you beat anxiety you will get an entirely new lease of life - and that's fantastic at any age. On a personal note I'm married to my soul mate, we have 5 cats, and I live in the middle of the UK. I follow a number of fantastic thinkers, as it's important to immerse yourself in healthy thinking as often as you can, I'm a Toastmaster and professional public speaker, and I keep life simple and encourage my clients to do the same, and my friends.
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Deb Hawken 
Deb, this appeals to me so much. I am an avid art collector and you’ve just painted a masterpiece for me, in words. 👍🏻🤗🙏🏻❤️
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Wow thank you Di. That’s made my day. Xx
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Deb, you’re so welcome. 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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