Ahead of the launch of 361 Recovery programme guide for women survivors, Alice explains why she wrote it.…. ‘I live. I breathe – the only 2 things I could add to my gratitude journal straight out of abuse and knee deep in trauma and house repossession.’ Alice Smith 361 Recovery is a gift from aContinue reading “We are discomfort”
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Poppies
Extract from 361 Recovery guide for women survivors out March 26th by Alice Smith teacher, writer, survivors and above all optimist. We will remember them. In the Invisible War they fell unnoticed. Poppies are significant for me. They are remembrance – stage 2 of our recovery (stage 1 is Safety and stage 3 is Reconnect.)Continue reading “Poppies”
Every time
Extract from 361 Recovery guide – coming soon for female survivors of domestic abuse, mixing Alice’s poetry, award winning recovery activities and raw honesty about her own 7 years and counting recovery from Hell. Every time Pink tinged dreams of the day replace unhinged nightmares and I know… I know…. I just know that youContinue reading “Every time”
I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth
It holds me…at arm’s length. Its charms are transitory. It smells Like a rat. It has one eye open waiting for when I open my eyes So I don’t look down there. The truth lies under the carpet. To avoid it, I am tripping high then low. I can forget it but I can’t stampContinue reading “I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth”
A writer’s heart
A writer’s heart beats best by the sea, The space filling the spaces in between words Forged by smiths with ancestral tools, Writing like a fool in the wilderness, The wildness of it all, A writer’s heart. It’s never contained in a classroom, It plays the piano silently, Crawls all over papers like a hugeContinue reading “A writer’s heart”
Friday flowers
On Friday she got flowers. Friday’s child, Friday’s flowers, All the other hours of all the other days of all the other weeks of all the other years she got.. Broken eggs and burnt matches, Overdrafts and silence, Hidden keys and a punch in the neck, Lies and perfume, No shows and an empty chair,Continue reading “Friday flowers”
All mine
Girl now you made it All your successes are yours alone All your losses are yours alone Inside you what was empty is now full of life, Your shadow no longer crying to eclipse the light, All mixed together by a child’s fingers. Good girl, bad girl, girl…. Now you made it. You made itContinue reading “All mine”
Consent
Consent The sea leaves scars on the sand but the sand still loves the sea, ‘Don’t leave me! Imprint some more!’ No more smooth, soft sand for playtime. The sea has left a broken rhyme, a feathery bruise, a crater. The sand waits. Later on the sea comes in, it doesn’t creep, it owns theContinue reading “Consent”
Kicked it
In part 9 from a series of blogs from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard’,Alice realises some people just don’t care. I’m not on your mind but I’m on my mind. It’s an easy mistake to make. It’s a maze with no followers. It’s a rabbit hole I have to shrink before IContinue reading “Kicked it”
I am my gun
Part 7 of Alice Smith’s series ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard is trigger happy. I am my gun and I want to fire it. I am my gun and I want you to fire it. In the right circumstances this could be fun. My aim is high high high. Your aim is low low low.Continue reading “I am my gun”