The Cutting Truth That Falls

I started writing when my mother passed away in 2016, to make sense of myself and the world around me. I fell in and fell out with people and myself times I sat back and observed the world around me, I cried my painful heart. I studied the healing process I meditate a lot and talk to my guardian angel and I even talk to the sky there has to be someone somewhere who listens grieving for mammy was writing down my feelings in a way it help me through a lot of pain tears I lived, I learned, I wrote. Somewhere along the line it turned into a passion for expression and healing through words. So, over a few months I searched through my notebooks notes on my phone and word documents to find every poem I've ever written. These are the poems in " The cutting Truth from the tree that falls ". I dedicate my book to my dearest friend and wonderful neighbour Willie who sadly passed away I hope anyone that reads these words can find some sense of peace, serenity, purpose. I hope these words help you the way they help me. I hope you remember we're all one. In this life we are loved and never alone. Norita Doyle August 2020