Banished
A poem for the cycle breaker, the black sheep, the truth teller of families entrenched in unhealed generational trauma.
With Love to My Angry Teen Self (A Poem)
Encouraging words of wisdom to reparent an angry inner teen part that feels unseen and unheard. A poem by Lisa Parkes.
Say Sorry
Lisa Parkes © I miss you, I wish that you were near, I hate it that you’ve disappeared. Here today and gone tomorrow, left gasping in a pool of sorrow. The heartache soaks my pillow wet, I haven’t been able to stop it yet. I’ve had to hide my upset...
Beating The Worry Monster
Lisa Parkes © I was sitting in the sun, thinking that I needed fun. ‘Cos life had gotten serious and drab, Honestly, I’d been feeling rather sad. For too long, I wished for something new, but I couldn’t figure out what I needed to do! I listened to...
From the Park Bench
Lisa Parkes © From my shady bench in the park, I can hear the annoying dogs bark. The children nearby laugh and run, it looks like they’re having so much fun! They look so happy and carefree, smiley faces and dirty knees That tell a story about their day; of how much...