Damaged. Part 2

Since then I have, metaphorically speaking, slithered upon my belly in the mud. Clawed my way up mountains and fallen back down into the smallest claustrophobic potholes. I have dwelt in a dark tower and am presently clinging to the sheerest mountain face you can imagine. Amongst the deep depression and anxiety there have been events that have caused me to surface. Lately I have found out that it’s true what they say that whatever affects you mentally affects you physically. 

Before “things” went wrong I used to think I was strong. I wasn’t, I was numb and in denial. I didn’t recognise it and I could not let out my feelings, being afraid of my feelings and what they might do. My “strength” was total pretence. I had I thought self-esteem that I had built myself, I thought I was a grown up. I couldn’t understand one of my colleagues who was either boasting or seeking reassurance. I do now. I wasn’t a grown up I was a child. I still am at aged 64. I didn’t know why I couldn’t be stronger …..

A new cover for my first collection of poems to be published to Kindle.

I decided to change the cover of my first poetry collection Scattered Fragments By Clare Collins. I used cover creator through Kdp Publishing, which is Amazon’s own Indie publishing facility. I think it looks far more professional and it’s free. Anyone can publish to Kindle through kdp publishing or CreateSpace.com another Amazon company. CreateSpace can print your book, it can be free if you go through the process yourself or you can pay for their services. Indie publishing can take up a lot of time when you go through the process without help, but if you need to do things on a shoe string this is the way to go. The only thing is I have discovered after being in print 

  for over a year publicity is the key to selling your book (s) and this is what I shall be looking at next. Particularly as poetry is something of a niche market. I will let you know how I get on!

Another poem from my free poetry book In a Dark Tower

Love is not stultifying
Love is not stultifying,

it does not strangle,

or hold you tightly.

It gives you freedom

to be you.

It is not fearful,

imprisoning,

or tells you what

you must do.

It gives you wings

it holds your heart

gently,

warmly,

does not squeeze

you

’til you’re his.

Real love lets you live.