A Poet’s Life

One of the hard things about being a poet is that you often start writing when you’re hurt, working your feelings out in ‘innocent’ rhymes. Not really meaning to be down and deflated, hurt and lonely, but knowing it’s okay to say so because it’s a creative art form.

Then you move on through life and your poetry changes, it becomes more about what you’re seeing, hearing, feeling, and less about the past. It’s been fascinating to view some of my older work today, which I’ve just posted, and see where I was then. It’s also quite hard. I asked myself were these things worth posting? Worth keeping even? But they’re part of my journey and the feelings that I often had to fight to become who I am now.

Sometimes poetry isn’t pretty, it’s an autobiography in rhyming or plain verse. I have written a self-help book, many articles, and various blogs on here, but there is nothing like poetry to allow you to explore yourself and life, and share those things with others in a non-threatening way as it were. It can be something you like and relate to, or only a poem. I’ll leave you with one of my crazier ones, which came about from real experience.

Kick him in the nuts
Bash him over the head
The arrogant youth
With the fag in hand said

Well he might be daddy's pride
And his dear mother's joy
But heaven forbid
I come back as that boy

Deb Hawken
Around 2002
Observed near a burger van in a car park

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

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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