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CREATIVITY REBORN by Ulli Stanway

 This poem speaks about my pain of not being a mother…

My endless longing for this tiny human to call my own. The need to nurture another soul, whilst forgetting to nurture my own needs. How I drowned my creativity in these dreams of a future that was not mine to be. It speaks of the one day where I changed my silence and pain by closing a door. That door.  And how this gave me strength, so much strength.
Unfulfilled Hopes by Vladimir Volegov
Creativity Reborn
by Ulli Stanway

I have closed this painful door
To open a new one
Much more powerful
Than I ever thought possible
I was like a feather
Drifting along
In the longing for a little human soul
To call my own
Tears, so many tears
I have found my place
My silence
Has become my strength
I am content
No child
Not in this lifetime
I am good, so very good
I bless all the mothers out there
For they are god’s precious gift
My creative space is mine
My creative flow is ready to be born
I am here
Now
Not lost any longer
In the longings of the future
Stronger, so much stronger than before
My sacred space has lot its silence
The letters like magic dripping from my fingers
My ritual of my own rebirth
In a joyous ceremony
I can feel it coming
My creativity reborn
Everlasting, surprising
From a place of pure joy
And love, so much love
Where love and creativity
Break the chains of self-inflicted suffering
My life
My rebirth
Painting by Henry Rostowick

Ulli Stanway: "I am a 41 year old rising poetess/writer/day dreamer and life lover. I live in Melbourne Australia with my beautiful husband. I love nature and I am a confessing tree hugger. I am working on my dream website called “Desire your own happiness”, which I hope will inspire other kindred souls to follow their own dreams and skip down a path they truly enjoy. I believe in becoming your authentic self, become who you are with all your quirkiness, weirdness and amazing talents. We don’t need to have countless copies of the same story being told. Be you, all that you are and that is perfectly enough. And you are so very needed. My mantra is taking your shoes off and run barefoot, in the rain whenever possible. Embrace everything you are. Here and now."


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