Nicky Linfield 

United Kingdom 

 
 
 

Anorexia hit me hard during my Cambridge Teaching degree, bulimia and harm its accomplice. Horses no longer numbed me enough. I began writing words, this was a key to my recovery. Proprint (Peterborough) published my books "A Trip Down Memory Lane" and "Cut the Apron Strings", the third is on it's way (I hope!)! Once a teacher, now a youth worker, I'm looking for a degree to compliment my experience to help others out. No eating disorders will stop me! "If it's what I want - I'll fight for it!" Fear is like a cloud, you can walk through it.

 

Discovery of Love

Love who is she, I don't know 
She's the person in me, I never allowed to grow 
People tried to buy her, she shook her head 
and said 
I'm not for sale,  
People tried to touch her, she turned from pain, 
screaming and stamping - no she cried in vain 
I can live alone, her lip quivered, 
A tear of sadness fell, I can she shivered,  
But I need to find who love is and where she lives,  
To meet her friendship need, "Love" I whispered  
She appeared as a place where I can go 
She had a kinda' orangey glow, 
With calming pink and cleansing blues, 
Holding in her arms peace and trues, 
Energizing a tinge of excitement  
Not one winge of resentment 
Beginning in ones souls heart 
from whence she does depart,  
on her fulfilling journey of growth and creation, 
to a multitude of destinations, 
Whether a solo or duet is formed,  
She began deep within and spread her wings 
Through knowledge, nurture and kindness, 
To bloom to her upmost tranquillity 

In harmony with every rhyme and reason.

Dream Catcher

Life dreams zoom by 
Like flies in the sky 
they hover and weave 
dancing wildly thro' the air 
glimpsing at many sights 
investigating options then buzzing off, 
searching for more, 
until an inquisitive one, 
explores a little further,  
sneaks a little deeper 
TRAPPED in a sticky stretchy web 
it wriggles and wiggles 
it tustles and tastles 
thrushing itself deeper and deeper into a mesh 
stopping it hopes for free order  
yet when it dares look again 
it notices it's as a puppet on a string 
of a fine and silvery thread 
that prevents it indulging in a new life 
holding it while it rests 
encouraging it to reflect and strengthen 
upon all that is past 
so it can catch a dream and let it come true
All poems Copyright © 1997 Nicky Linfield. All rights reserved.