Clare

Roots

I've always been considered too high risk and too difficult. Always while I was screaming inside just to be heard, and then for someone to make sense of my suffering.

This project has allowed me to be gently heard and produced a skillful piece of art, based on a conversation that allowed me to help him build a visual picture, and the end result was spot on.

I can't share my story with you here, because Pandora's Box has never been opened in a safe and contained way, but please allow your eye to gaze upon the green leaf that still grows and shines despite the raging war worries that leak into the tree.

In their own words

Clare's poem 'I heal out loud' explores her feelings around her trauma.

I heal out loud cuz I nearly died in silence

Intrusive thoughts provide nothing but violence.

I heal out loud because others may feel

That there is no hope, that they’ll never heal.

I heal out loud because I need to be sure,

That the traumas have stopped, please, no more.

I heal out loud, to find a deeper magic,

Or cling on to a life so tragic.

I heal out loud because my pain is hidden

Disease leaks over, my body ridden.

I heal out loud because god dammit I’m ill,

What’s left of me it what darkness couldn’t kill

I heal out loud but there’s no one there to listen

I heal out loud til the quieting of my Mission