Voice of the Heart

This is my new poetry/prose work based on heart-centred living.

As I said yesterday, it’s taken me years to find a direction for my work that feels right, and this is certainly it. So let’s talk about what it means.

Not my voice not my heart

I know the title suggests that I’m going to share heartfelt things that I believe in, and I am, but the heart I want to give a voice to is yours.

In a world of intellectual striving the mind is king, except it isn’t.

The mind is to be prized and respected, but it will always make a logical decision, not necessarily the right one.

I’m sure many of you can relate to the difference between doing the right thing, and the right thing to do.

Softly softly

Writing like this can come across as a bit bland sometimes, repetitive, telling you what you already know.

This happens because we do know all the good stuff but facts, finances, logic, and often kindness to others get in the way.

The truth is though that you won’t solve the most serious problems with logic. Logic is for changing jobs, moving house, trying a new career. The heart is for reality, your inner truth and genuine needs.

Society is there to take over your life, confuse you, and bury the true self in a social structure that has its own needs.

That’s why I’m using poetry with these blogs to explore the emotions behind the logic, because they reveal so much more.

To the poem

Did I Want this?

I was born free
Like a lion(ess) ranging the Serengeti
Wanting to play with my siblings
Then grow up to explore my natural world

I was sent to nursery school age 3
Because it was good for me
But I was no longer free

I couldn’t live to my rhythm
I couldn’t discover my own friends
I couldn’t follow the wind
and dance with it

Then came school
To be educated
Did I want to know these things?
Did I care about these things?

My grandfather was a sculptor
He made miracles from blocks of stone
I could sit for hours just watching

That was a life
Expressing himself
Sharing his soul

Senior school was soulless
You must pass your exams
Or you will never amount to anything

I am something
Don’t be silly
I’m an artist
You need real qualification

Slam
The trap was sprung

I was good at maths
Unfortunately
Not so good at English apparently
My heartbroken protests were ignored
Drama!

I liked geography
But I wanted to learn in those countries
From those peoples
Absorb knowledge through my eyes
And the pores of my skin

Then I wanted to create it
In alabaster
Or concrete
Or metal

I did well at school
My maths marks were legendary
I should have skipped class
Played up

Because when I went to work
Everyone saw an accountant
And I could do it
But my soul was dead

Because the country needed taxes
And I needed a house
I took the promotions

I did well
I was respected
I was in charge

Yet night after night
When all was quiet
I sat in my beautiful house
Looking at my manicured gardens
Admiring the furnishings
The mood lighting

And I could not remember
How to create life from stone
So that I could exist again

This is what happens
When you’re never truly in charge
Of your one and only life

Deb Hawken
2026

Step one complete

An emotional journey through the mill children are put through to serve a logical society that never asks the question:

Hello baby
I wonder who you are?

Best love

Amorah – Deb