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CONSTANCY by Paula Doran

This poem depicts the changing scenery of the therapeutic relationship;

...to hold and be still in the constant landscape of the counsellors own self in contrast to the ever changing scenery, seasons and story of the client.

Constancy
by Paula Doran

I am the land upon which Winters snow falls,
Unnoticed and trodden, numb, unaffected,
Pain laid unsheathed as the spring starts to thaw,
This heart's ever hopeful to wear a new skin.


I am the land upon which Autumn leaves become rotten,
Which once had life, now ended, now dead,
But nourishment lives with all that's forgotten,
This heart's always faithful to beat once again.


I am the land upon which the Summer sun scorches,
Whose once swollen rivers run dry and to dust,
Existence in stasis, be still with the forces,
This heart wills the moment to beat its own drum.


I am the land through which spring will awaken,
The beginning of life full of beauty and newness,
Quicken the pressure all barriers forsaken,
This quickening heart has forever to live.


Paula Doran: “I am a married mum of 3 boys aged 17, 8 and 9 months old. My husband is David, a good, good man. I love my family dearly. I consider myself a seeker of knowledge, discovering new and wonderful things about life every day. I am on maternity leave at the moment but when in work I practice as a counsellor, supporting others to move toward healing themselves after sexual trauma and through the judicial process. I love my work as a counsellor and poetry, and writing song lyrics, is one way in which I practice self-care. My husband plays the guitar too and sometimes we get to put those lyrics to some music and have created, what I consider great music together.”


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