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Deborah Jordan, M.Ed., L.M.H.C., L.L.C.

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Poetry, like therapy, allows us to look under the words

 
 
"Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat."
                                                Audre Lorde
 

From "I Am Too Alone in the World, and Not Alone Enough"
 
I want to unfold
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you.  I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
                         Rainier Maria Rilke

When You Get Lost
 
Tell me what you do
when you get lost
Tell me
 
Tell me what you feel
How things look to you
What happens in your head
What you say to yourself
 
Can you see anything when you get lost
Can you hear what's about you
Do you perceive life at all
Tell me
 
Tell me what scares you most
when you get lost
Can you draw from deep inside
What you use to hold you up
Do you move yourself differently
Tell me
 
Tell me what you do
to reach that special calm
Can you direct a prayer
When do you know to wait
When do you know to risk
Tell me
 
Tell me what you do
when you get lost
Tell me
 
Then tell me
How you know
When you are lost
no more
Tell me
 
Carol Prejean Zippert

         The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles,
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations --
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
                Mary Oliver

     

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