I dream that we’ll meet
One day in the street
That I might hold your hand
And that you’d make light
Of the rest of my life
So maybe I’d understand
Why I’ve been angry
Lonely and sad
Why I’ve been hurt as I have
Why I’ve been left
To fend for myself
So alone that it’s driven me mad
But I can believe I can cope with these things
If - as the future unfurls –
I can also believe
That you’re there in the wings
Waiting to enter my world
Deb Hawken
Third poem from 1984
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, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx
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