Poems from Hickey-flower

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Hey there, I'm Heather. I am, by no means a "born writer", I have tried for many years off and on to do writings but I always seemed to be around people that tore me down or made me feel like a crappy writer. My confidence has always been extremely low about my writing. Recently, I've been feeling a rumbling in my heart to express myself more through writing, throw caution to the wind and let my heart dance across the page... I was diagnosed with quite a few different conditions, to name a few, my good friend Anxiety, Anxiety decided to bring along her friend Panic Attacks (wasn't to happy about that), I also have a stalker that's been following me around my whole life, his name is PTSD, I also have a friend that sits just out of view but I know she's always there, her name is Dysthymia. My last friend I call Hashi's, thats short for Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, that's where my own body thinks that my Thyroid is an intruder and it does everything in its power to kill my thyroid (talk about an inner conflict). My life is worth living because I am a mom, I fight hard against the things that try to bring me down for him, I write because I know it helps me reduce the anxiety and depression that I struggle with so I can be more present for him, I also write because I know narrative therapy is proven to work and help heal traumas in a non-invasive way. Removing myself from my trauma and putting it into story form helps me process things I've been through, helps me feel compassion and empathy for myself (when usually I am my own worst critic, and extremely negative towards myself). It is a constant battle to try and tune out the negative self talk, and I know many people struggle with this, so I hope whoever reads this will feel a bit more love, kindness, and empathy for themselves. -With outstretched wings, use watchful eyes, Protect the unprotected, love the unloved, and breathe life into the lifeless- Love, Heather
I become conscious in nature. My senses are heightened, The smell of damp earth  after a downpour of rain. Feeling the goosebumps rise on...
Right foot, left foot. Pound the road less traveled on those tired toes. Tired reminds me that I am alive. Tired reminds me of the journey...
And just when I thought my story was just beginning, how did I get here? Body broken, pain extending, lifted eyes, soul ascending. Eyes go...
She’s the one that called me a flower, When all I saw was thorns. She’s the one that saw my beauty, When all I saw was scars. She’s the one...
I’ve been playing the victim for so long that I’ve forgotten that I am, in fact, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Forgetting that when I was...

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