Poetry

I am honoured and very proud to have been published by Survivors' Poetry in their Poetry Express Magazine. The six poems that were selected are very poignant because I wrote them in 2013 when I faced new difficulties related to my past. I had to let out my feelings and emotions and, as I have done in the past, I used poetry as a release. Here is a link to edition 44 of the magazine featuring my poems on pages 36 and 37:

http://www.survivorspoetry.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/PEN44.pdf


I have published my first collection of poetry: The Blemished Rose: Volume One. It was during therapy that I rediscovered poetry and realised that it could be used to heal my soul. The poems describe early childhood memories that come in the form of flashbacks and are at times quite disturbing, they also describe the feelings released during the healing process. The final poems portray emotions felt upon reflection of the past and the journey taken in order to start healing from the painful memories.

http://www.troubador.co.uk/book_info.asp?bookid=958


I am happy to have been published in Poet & Geek magazine Issue 8. The two selected poems express quite contrasting emotions and feelings.

http://www.poetandgeek.com/issue8/08borella.html 


Two of my poems have been published in Journey to Crone an anthology by UK publisher Chuffed Buff books. My poems "Venomous Vase" and "Life through My Eyes" are included in this book by women and about women that was released for International Women's Day.

The book is available globally through Amazon or via the publisher's website


Some of my poetry:

Burden

               

one step, two
my legs feel like lead,
I barely make it out the door
as a tear rolls down my cheek
I feel so weak
from the weight that pulls me down
but as I look at the ground
it gets further away

my burden has flown
up to the sky
and I simply sigh

my burden has dissolved
in the rays of the sun
never to return,
my life has begun


© 2016 Paola Borella


Troglodytic Teenage Girl

                 
Seen as an outcast who
never fitted in
What was wrong with her?
Ugly, ugly and full of shame
But who was to blame for
That grubby girl?
Dirty body, dirty mind

Confined to her cave
Lost in books
and in life.
Dreading school the next day
Why won’t people go away?
And leave her alone.
Taunted to tears

Exhibiting her body
She gets a thrill
In her zombie like state
Where did she get this trait?
Parading her privates
for all to see.
Young body, adult mind

Troglodytic teenage girl
Lonesome at night
No one sees the
Trail of her tears


© 2010 Paola Borella

2 comments:

  1. This poem hits hard. As a fellow survivor, I can relate to so much of it and it brings me comfort to know that I am not alone in what I have experienced.

    Thank you for sharing. I love your blog and will definitely be following. Poetry has helped me so much in my recovery as well. I'm glad I found you. :)

    Sending you all my love,
    Faith

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  2. Thanks Faith, I'm glad that poetry has also helped you in your recovery. Writing is such a great way to release painful memories and emotions.

    Thank you for reading and for your kind words. I will check out your blog too.

    Hugs,
    Paola

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