The Call Home

My blog wouldn’t be complete without some poetry. First of all, I’ll explain how I came to enjoy writing what I call Breakthru Poetry.

I had written for a long time in a journal, an A4 hardback black book, black being the operative word, as I experienced plenty of ups and epic downs throughout my adolescent life. As I began my journey towards becoming a coach, I opened myself up to a deeper experience, and this deeper sense of who I was, began to crave a creative outlet.

Poetry was a natural evolution from my journaling practice. As I recovered from a mental health episode, I put pen to paper.

My early poems each described a journey, from feeling confused about my experience into remembering where I am going, they illuminate the Breakthru that I continually made within myself and as a coach would begin to help others make themselves.

This first poem that I share with you, The Call Home, is an example of this poetic journey that I have been through. I hope you enjoy it.

The Call Home

The uncomfortable touch,
Feels like sandpaper,
As you drag your finger down my back.

Trouble is brewing like fine coffee.
Defined as a nagging voice,
Yelling loud like a scream in my ear.

There’s no escaping this,
The touch gets harder,
Punching the gut.

You cower in fear,
From what you know—
The truth crushing like a vice.

Like a spiral of water,
Ride the wave of your life,
Surf the white horses.

Take your foot out,
And place it in front,
One step at a time.

Onwards and upwards,
The voice won’t ever be silenced,
Always calling you home.

Peace
Shaun 🙏