Pictures & Poetry Finding Purpose in the Pain

Pictures & Poetry Finding Purpose in the Pain Pictures & Poetry from a journey through Art Therapy to a Passion for Painting!

I decided to decorate my journal. "Snowy Night". Acrylics & liquid chalk pen ❄️
14/05/2026

I decided to decorate my journal. "Snowy Night". Acrylics & liquid chalk pen ❄️

"Through the flames"🔥Standing in the heatAs the flames rise higher,Needing to escape But clinging to the pire.In the hea...
20/04/2026

"Through the flames"🔥

Standing in the heat
As the flames rise higher,
Needing to escape
But clinging to the pire.
In the heat of the moment
It's impossible to see
A life beyond the flames
Of cool serenity.
But through the flames,
The gold is purified
And the lives we've yet to live,
Can be beautified.
So remember in the heat,
When it feels like you're burning,
You're walking through the flames,
Of the table turning.

"Breaking the pattern"Criss cross lines like prison bars,Hold me fast within the room,Like rigid boxes that by design,We...
19/04/2026

"Breaking the pattern"

Criss cross lines like prison bars,
Hold me fast within the room,
Like rigid boxes that by design,
Weave the pattern on the loom.
Oh but I yearn for something more,
Than the shuttle's timely stroke,
I dream of swirls of gold & light,
And the firework showers that they invoke,
Bursting out against the sky,
No rhyme or reason, freed at last,
Released from future & from past.
Held within this moments time,
A pattern created between each chime.
Free & flowing, I gain momentum, Under, over, round entwined,
Imprinted, changing, without thought, designed.
Raised, reversed, encircled, flattened,
I am the thread that breaks the pattern!

"Round in Circles"Round & round & round I go,Circles spinning, head to toe.No beginning and no end,Just circles, circles...
19/04/2026

"Round in Circles"

Round & round & round I go,
Circles spinning, head to toe.
No beginning and no end,
Just circles, circles, round the bend.
Circles big & circles small,
Bouncing on & off the wall.
Circles, just like cells, dividing,
They multiply, so there's no hiding.
Round & round & up & down,
Juggling balls like some sad clown.
Spinning, falling, crashing loudly,
Like plates that hit the hard floor proudly.
Circles like a hamster's wheel,
Running forward with such zeal.
Cared for or trapped within its cage,
Is it freedom or is it rage?
Round & round, the cogs are turning,
Telling time, helpless or yearning?
Time is a healer, or so they say
As the hands tick around, another day.
Or are they circles held in the perfect place?
Like far off planets that sit in space
Offering new life, new dreams, new hope,
A circle of life in which I cope?

Started Solution focused counselling this week after the success of Solution focused hypnotherapy.So....The miracle ques...
01/03/2026

Started Solution focused counselling this week after the success of Solution focused hypnotherapy.

So....
The miracle question is a technique where counselors ask clients to imagine that a miracle has occurred overnight, solving their problems. It helps clients identify specific, positive, and actionable goals for the future by focusing on what would be different rather than dwelling on the problem's causes.

Having done that there's a task....

Use lots of details in drawing or writing what your miracle looks like...

This is the Symphony of (my) life.

Freedom,
Independence,
Floating,
Music,
Nature,
Elements,
Growth,
Air,
Earth,
Sky,
Colour.
....& How you've contributed

I added my Hidden Roots picture & my uniqueness.

29/04/2025

The Wall

Today I met a wall.

I hadn't seen it standing there.

Tall, dark & ferocious, it rose up in the night, hidden in the darkness.

What can I do?

I don't have the strength to knock it down, nor the energy to climb over it!

So I lit a candle 🕯️ & now I can see it, it's not so scary.

I don't need to run from it, maybe I can stay a while & talk to it?

Hello wall....

Today I decided to paint my wall with words.

Hello pretty wall, it's nice to meet again, maybe we can even be friends?

I know you came to protect me once & I built a fortress from your stones, but now I need some light to see by, some space to grow into.

Thank you for your protection wall but now it's time to loose a brick or two!

Hidden Roots: Revealing Ancestral Patterns for Personal Freedom.Gathering around the campfire, being joined by the ances...
16/11/2024

Hidden Roots: Revealing Ancestral Patterns for Personal Freedom.
Gathering around the campfire, being joined by the ancestors 🔥. A meditation.

This piece is: My Ancestral Pattern.

Inner golden circle is me.
Inner yellow circle my daughter (living) & inner black circle my child lost.
There are four lines as I am an adopted child.
The largest segment of ME lies in the adopted lines as that is where I have lived & developed my core language.
My daughter lies predominantly in the biological lines as she had most contact with these lines growing up. My lost child lies perfectly centered, never having breathed.
Black represents both my paternal lines which lie in shadow as I know very little about either of them.
Green represents both of my maternal lines & fertility / infertility / child loss.
I have represented seven generations, with the seventh in silver & gold pointing outwards & backwards honouring all the generators that came before.
No two lines / patterns are the same, no two people had the same experience each has its own unique story.

💜

"Colours of my soul"Playing with acrylics. You will have to enlarge the picture to appreciate the 3D effect properly! My...
30/08/2024

"Colours of my soul"
Playing with acrylics.
You will have to enlarge the picture to appreciate the 3D effect properly!
My signature is usually to add some glitter somewhere* but I used gold metallic spray for the sparkle today instead!
*During art therapy I always ended up with a little sparkle in the darkest of pieces & realised this was symbolic of the light & hope I held onto in the darkest of spaces I occupied.*
Sometimes the poem comes first, sometimes the picture. I'm waiting on the words!

I've chosen someone else's words for this.
This is a poem I have selected for my funeral.

If tomorrow never comes,
and the angels want to play.
Remember you were loved
every minute of every day.

If tomorrow never comes
and I never said goodbye.
I'll send the words in whispers.
You'll hear them in the sky.

If tomorrow never comes,
and I didn't do enough.
Forgive me and yourself
and the days that will be tough.

If tomorrow never comes
there is only one thing to do..
Put me inside of your heart
so I can stay with you.

If tomorrow never comes
and this moment is our last.
See my life in colour
and paint pictures of our past.

Author Joanne Boyle ~ Heartfelt

Having a doodle day x
07/08/2024

Having a doodle day x

What if you could see?What if you could seeThe scars you left on me,Would it change a single thingIf you could feel the ...
27/08/2023

What if you could see?

What if you could see
The scars you left on me,
Would it change a single thing
If you could feel the painful sting?

What if you could see
The strength I've found in me,
Would you claim the victory as your own
With no regard for how I've grown?

What if you could see
The future planned for me,
Healed & healing my gift to give,
A life of love still left to live?

What if I could see
The scars that fade each day from me,
Knowing that each day I've learnt to sing
& with every day release the sting?

What if I could see
The strength I have in me,
The seeds of hope now freely sown,
The crop of love that has been sown?

What if I could see
The future God has planned for me,
Healed & healing His gift to give,
A life of love still left to live?

What if we could only see?!

Textured Acrylic (acrylic, glitter, water & PVA glue).

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