Liezel Graham lives in Scotland with her husband and son. She writes poetry about loss, grief, mental health, postnatal depression, bulimia recovery and recovery from a chaotic childhood. The heart of her poetry is about the ‘beauty in the struggle’. Some of her favourite themes are nature, trees and birds — drawing inspiration from the beautiful woodlands that she loves to explore. Caffeine gives her superpowers and silence is her oxygen. More of her work can be found at www.liezelgraham.com and Facebook Liezel Graham. When a friendship has diedI stood before you, holding my fears in cupped hands; a petition for mercy. And still, you would not cross the naked divide between me, and you. And so I walked away. Things I teach my sonThings I teach my son: To honour his sadness when it settles in his bones. To know the value of his tears. To always give words to the rain in his heart. This, is my gift to the one who will love him one day. StrongHow was I to know, that the thing that brought winter to my bones, would also fill my brokenness with strength. And now, here I stand. Strong. UndoI am naked.
soul stripped bare; from learning how to love every part of me. It is a fierce undoing of (their) words.
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Rosy Silvania
1/23/2019 10:34:57 am
This woman and her words... touch my heart so deeply. I am blessed that she shared her gift.
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