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The Rescue
From The Eyes Of A Bleeding Child
Dark poems drawn from childhood memories explore the struggle to face the past and find a will to live.
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From the soul, heart, mind, body and spirit of Lillian Haugland, also known as Orkidedatter, The Rescue - from the eyes of a bleeding child - is a collection of dark poetry inspired by the author’s childhood.
The author's crossing points of the physical, psychological and the imagination are anchored inside this book. Mental health is close to Lillian's heart, and writing has been one of her methods for overcoming her demons during the darkest moments in her life.
To communicate that you are not alone in fighting bad memories is the soulful purpose of this collection of poems. Do not be afraid to face your worst fears, dive into your mind, and face what you are experiencing with an open heart. It's not easy, but take a deep breath, breathe and listen to your body. You can be surprised by how strong you are.
Read with your eyes, listen with your heart and feel with your mind, and join in on a therapeutic rise from the fire in the abyss, to have a will to live a life with your head over the surface. Become the phoenix rising from the ashes.
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From the eyes of a bleeding child
Always prepared
she never lived at the “moment”
she collected her treasures and put them
under the bed during the weekends.
From the eyes of a child, she never
saw magic in everything,
she pulled the blankets up over her head,
another night
no escape
at sunrise she felt no relief,
dirty and full of shame…
A casket with razor blades and needles
Made her do the unthinkable,
she felt the pool of blood.
She wept her tears into her teddy bear…
She always draws her tears from her heart and
tried to tell her soul to be ok.
Her crystal soul crackling into her breaking mess,
and they don`t saw the blood that has
dried from the eyes of a little girl,
and this is how the story begins from the eyes of a bleeding eyes.
I still have a voice
It's dark and cold
in the shadows in my own soul
I can`t find the presence in the warm
glow of a candlelight
eliminates ways of life to live bright
since you crushed my heart
her faithful friend is a teddy bear
she gazes out into the darkness
can`t escape from the evil behind the mask
the rays from the withe moon as decorations
masking the sadness
memories bring back the tragic
arc of my earthly journey
fear of tomorrow builds an
armour around my soul
my screams are dark and hollow with a
sob and a cry
all the hurt and the pain the little girl carry
caught in chains
don`t whisper my name
I still have a voice.
Fragile
Fear through glistening stars playing hide & seek in the darkness
Roars deep within her soul a thunderous deal of the devil’s rage
Angels fighting inside her pounding heartbeats with the mystique from the broken dreams
Ghostly they whirled around to find peace in a wrecked country girl
Immersed with purple velvet in a coffin of crystal tears from a fallen warrior
Lying in the shade of her rose thorns of demons
Emotions running wild in her veins like dark arrows pierce her mind.
Old fears from her heart beats
are lurking beneath
a shallow shadow from her past.
A war within her soul.
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