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Preconceived Opinion That’s Not Based on Reason by Helena Parker

Her eyes sparkled, endless sea green On sun-kissed skin with not a flaw. Hard, worker's hands, for she had been At work twelve hours to help the poor. But no brown hair? Not welcome here.

He rubs his sore and weary eyes. This teaching job is thankless trade. He barely sees the day lit skies To help the kids he wants to aid. But no brown hair? Not welcome here.

Ash fills the creases in her face And flames caress her tortured bones. Rescued souls from a burning place, Saved from the place that they called home. But no brown hair? Not welcome here.

He stays at home. Two kids to raise All by himself. She's left. She's gone. Tired and stressed through blurs of days Still finds the time for games and fun. But no brown hair? Not welcome here.

The outraged cries "It is not fair. Judged by the colour of our hair" Nonchalant shrugs as life goes on And nothing changes. Nothing's won.

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I am looking for some assistance. I am a Drama Graduate looking at furthering my research for a manifesto I started in my third year at university, Maternal Theatre. Maternal Theatre aims to use theatre to assist Mothers in their discovery of the changes to their identity in the wake of parenthood. I am currently gathering research in order to create a Play about the real affects and the stigma of postnatal depression. I would really appreciate if anyone could help to circulate this survey to help me get a well rounded response of real women's experiences. As someone who suffers from PND herself, I can admit that I'm very sick of the portrayals of women with PND only as women who have harmful thoughts towards their children. While this can be something that people experience, PND is so much more varied and complex than just that and the stigma that surrounds it prevents many women from seeking the help that they need. So, Please share this post, tell your friends, fill it in yourself if relevant and let's make waves to change the perspective of an illness that affects so many women.

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Wings out stretched like the fairies of her dreams, Our flame haired angel heads to God above. Away she flies, but as cruel as it seems We will remember, hearts a-glow with love. She changed my life and for that I am blest. My gratitude for her won't ever cease And though my tears fall as she's laid to rest I know, evermore, that she is at peace. We'll gather together in memory And will love you forever, Valerie.

“For Valerie” - A sonnet by Helena Parker

Valerie was a beautiful and fantastic woman. She inspired me to pursue my love of theatre which has completely changed my life. She was my second mum for so many years and I will miss her. Taken away too soon by a terrible disease that effects so many people.  Love you Forever Vally.

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I think I need to let this go But there are things I want to say. And I think that you need to know The things that I have learned today. You thought me lazy; branded thick. You tore apart my self esteem. My subject love had vanished fast. But now it turns out I was sick I could not fit in your regime. I hope you learn from errors past.

"To the worst teacher I ever had" - A Horatian Ode by Helena Parker

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Shh. Listen. Can you hear..? Yes. All of it. Always so much noise. Where has silence gone?

A Teractys poem by Helena Parker

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Hush now! Don't disturb. Baby sleeps upon the floor. Bed made from pillows. Eyes are closed and breaths are deep And dreams dance above his head.

"Tiny" - a tanka poem by Helena Parker

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Your eyes, sun streaked through trees 'pon summers day, With mirth convey the gentle soul within. Strong arms 'round me, you take my fears away. Through darkened times you helped my life begin. Love and respect I never thought I'd find Epitomised within your tender smile. Your soul bestows an honour on mankind. I pray that you will stay with me a while. You're always there to catch me when I fall. You have my heart, my love, my life, my all.

"Him" - a love Sonnet by Helena Parker

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The mist before me sits strong and stoic. It does not leave. It does not change. But it seems to ebb with a threatening, pulsating aura. And yet... All is still. It swallows everything in it's path. Without a warning, or sign, or chance to escape It's great jaws clench around my secure home in the present And pull me, with cursed strength, towards my past. As I am dragged from the comfortable womb of now I spy it's arms, like unyielding vines of ivy Stretching, Flexing, Twisting, Reaching towards a future that I cannot comprehend. There are times, Throughout the perpetual backward hauling That I am forced to endure, When my hands grapple with those demonic arms. But they are not fresh and filled with life. They burn with the bitter sting of acid upon bare flesh. I must withstand it. I must bare the agony of aching pain. Strength, I forgot I possessed, enforces a slight withdrawal. It is a small but hopeful triumph. But soon the victory becomes meagre and distant. This battle may be won, but the war goes on. The most grows ever more impenetrable And there are monsters lurking there.

"Eternal Animus" - a Free Verse Poem by Helena Parker

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The last breath of hope; It laced through the dense, deep air To suffer the storm.

A haiku by Helena Parker

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She used to walk so tall in six inch heels Her hair a storm cloud, dark and fierce with pride But now she needs to walk with aid of wheels Her smile still stands but sometimes sadness hides. She cannot lead the life that she once did Her eye shows sign of her eroded will. Of those who proved unworthy, she is rid But signs of emptiness linger on still. Her body has turned villain to her mind Like earth, sun-starved, and taunted by the rain. I think that she would happily rewind To live her healthy days out once again. A sadness looms; there is no end in sight. I pray that she will never cease the fight.

“Perpetuity” - a Sonnet by Helena Parker

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I Love you With my all. Doubtless and pure, You're the piece I never knew was missing.

"The Empty Space is Filled" - A Teractys Poem by Helena Parker

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Blink Twitch Blink Flinch Blink. Funny looks from a stranger Then on with my day.

"MYoclonic" a Senryu by Helena Parker

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When I close my eyes, I always pray that they will Open to find you.

A Senryu by Helena Parker

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My feet Are warm and numb Curled up under your legs And gentle music softly plays. At peace.

"Happy Little Moments" a Cinquain poem by Helena Parker

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What's wrong with our society today? There seems to be a gross problem to me. Please tell me when did it become okay To mock and insult people we can't see? We like to write whatever's on our mind And post pictures in every drunken state But now your boss will have the chance to find Misdeeds from back in 2008. Pernicious words from people in the news Take precedent while earnest news sidles And people want to publicise their views To imitate their synthetic idols. It's not about having freedom of speech But the power that your words have to teach.

"Am I the Only One that Cares?" A Sonnet By Helena Parker

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The words do not flow. They come then they go. They seem to fly right from my head Just like a kite without a thread. Ideas that are mine for creation Are taken from me while I'm under sedation. I cannot impart my frustration With a body pumped full of medication. Weakened and clumsy, I fall to my knees. I'm detached from the body that everyone sees. My body needs rest but I cannot sleep. There are no tears left for me to weep. Why do I feel such elation Just to be confronted by my degradation? I cannot impart my frustration With a body pumped full of medication. A great fear of mine is that my brain Will never be the same again. So I'm taking drugs that just don't work To fix what was a childhood quirk. These tablets break my concentration. They cast out my thoughts without authorisation. I cannot impart my frustration With a body pumped full of medication.

"The Bitter Pill" a poem by Helena Parker