Never Been Heard

(formerly The Musings and Learnings of a Widowed Bipolar Mum)

Author: Alice Willow

  • I don’t like this (trigger CSA) Innocence Lost Poem 1

    Bare bottom, cheap seats, scratchy fur, orange, brown Burning, sticky, poking, dry, over-rubbed Cold uncomfortable defeat with a relief it’s over Who were the other faceless people? Hurriedly exiting the disused caravan, The Conductor a teenage boy Who thought he was a man. It feels like a routine Whilst I hold onto hope it was…

  • Rape Poem 1 (trigger) Inter-Marital Rape.

    Consent is complex-No is no, verbal or non-verbal Your fucking was cold and perfunctory, I could have been in a different country. I told you it was hurting, My mouth clearly agape. But you didn’t stop, or consider it You know the name for that is rape. Instead you flipped me over, Like a slab…

  • BDSM Abuse

    I was a live in prostitute for him Although sometimes he did nice things for me Without him Emotionally destitute I would be. Exchanging comfort for sex Realising his fantasies for love He said that’s what you did if you loved someone And in kind he shared his extraordinary mind. That was a real woman’s…

  • In death we did not part-Sometimes that’s a bad thing

    Thanks for staying in my absence. My daughter is well now and gone back to school full time! So I am back to writing. Back to the blog and back to my (new) book. Things have taken a slightly different turn and so will my writing. You have seen my total adoration of my deceased…

  • Lost but I will prevail

    Hi. I want to work on my poetry so it has some more structure and form and traditional characteristics. But writing poems is very therapeutic for me and when I have to write a poem I just have to write it with my own rules. I came to the park intent on reading a book…

  • Smashed up by sisterhood

    How could you think it my fault? Would SHE really have made it up? Or is blaming me your default? Her team say it’s you who fucked up. Your thoughts, stereotyped and malignant Surpassed only by your mental abuse Yet you wonder at my indignance, Can you really be quite so obtuse? Tried to educate…

  • Friendship Lost & Facing your battles alone

    A bumpy dream of you last night A thorn vaguely pricks, my stomach, my side. Feelings from the vision More real than television A tiny tug inside my heart A throbbing recognition Of the loss that has passed me by. When you headed out to sea, A metaphorical peninsular, It certainly seemed natural, You always…

  • In Line, Serenity, Harmony

    MEANS what to me? Absence of nagging anxiety, Without wild outbursts Inside of my head or outwards Simply hugging them and me Or wrapping my arms around a tree. In line, serenity, harmony Means what to me? In line, an ebb and flow is fine. Happy not to ride the rollercoaster, Intimidating, overwhelming times. Living…

  • Balance

  • Suffocating

    Are you suffering unwanted images? I don’t know what that even means. Are we talking of blood splattered villages? Or my limbs bleeding out from the seams? Are you suffering unwanted images? Yes yes it’s the weight of oppression, Of the suffocating, numbing malaise Of a relentless Bipolar Depression. Are you suffering unwanted images? I…