I wrote a stream of consciousness poem the other day in response to a post from The Alchemist Studio. For those of you who are grieving or struggling in some way or another, this is such an opportunity! Release…
I want to share my poem with you, in hopes you’ll check out A Vase of Healing, and maybe you too can participate.
My mom used to love doing things with her hands, sewing, gardening, weaving, pottery, drawing, and writing. These are all comforts I will never forget.
My poem, Little Girl, is the hurt that lives in me I could do nothing about. It is the hurt that turned so quickly into anger and stewed for decades. After much work on my part, there is still anger that bubbles up from time to time. But, now I am able to see my anger as the mask I put on to cover the deep and endless sadness I’ve carried with me from the loss of my mom. The task of dropping my mask is the strongest thing I’ve ever had to do. I know it lives in my bag of luggage, and am learning to forgive myself when it rears it’s ugly head. I apologize to my little family a lot more now…
I’m not sure what, if anything this poem will mean to you, but this is my release of that angry little girl…
Little Girl
A little girl
Lost and alone
Wanting, needing
A hand to touch hers
Helpless in a swirl of emotions
She keeps
Stirring inside
Deep down invisible
Hidden politely by
Her smile
She holds
In her pocket
So at any given moment
It can be reached
And finally forgotten
Left behind
An empty
Vessel
That cradles her heart
Beating
Alone
And without guidance
The unconditional love
Vanished
Searching these woods
Where they once played
The trees breathe the life
Reborn into her children
Living on
And in
Pouring out
And surrounding
The very soul
She lost
So long ago
DoRee MelNic 
«The task of dropping my mask is the strongest thing I’ve ever had to do.» I understand this so much. To me, the lines in your poem express a lot. Thank you.
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Rubal. They mean a lot to me ❤️.
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Love this poem Doree
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Thank you so much betcatliz ♥️
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That little vase is magnificent! I can just imagine your mom at the wheel, feeling the clay between her fingers and making this shapely little delight! Your beautiful words pair well with this creation. I like to believe your mom made this piece too, your words and her creation bound together. Makes my eyes feel a bit watery.
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Thank you so much for the visual, now I can see her too ☺️❤️. She was always interested in the little things and details. I miss her so very much.
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Well she made a fantastic piece that has stood the test of time. She must have loved making pottery – so many details involved 😉 It si great you have something you can hold in your hand and remember her with.
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Beautiful vase & mighty powerful words. 😊
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Thank you so very much ☺️
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Wow. I was just over there reading about the vases of healing. What a wonderful way to participate. This is a wonderful release. ❤️❤️❤️
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Yes, I agree :). So thankful the alchemist studio is doing this!
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❤️
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A close family member lost her father much too early. I can relate to this poem because of what she has shared.
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😢 my heart aches for her ♥️.
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Reborn into her children
Living on
And in
Pouring out
And surrounding
The very soul
She lost
So long ago
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#Poetry #Poem by Doree Melnic | #Poetess
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