The Freedom toВ be Thyself. Poem therapy
Margarita Osadchaya
You are holding a book of therapiutical poems. You may read each of them in order of appearence or just by feeling the page where you’ll find a metaphoric message for you, giving the answer to your current situation or question.The book is written for a wide readership, interested in self-understanding, personality and self-identification. Enjoy!
The Freedom toВ be Thyself
Poem therapy
Margarita Osadchaya
Illustrator Margarita Osadchaya
Book cover design Radik Ganiev
Assistant editor Liliya Osadchaya
© Margarita Osadchaya, 2021
ISBNВ 978-5-0053-2896-0
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
About the author
Margarita Osadchaya is aВ psychologist, tales therapist, art therapist, author ofВ 5 books about creativity, travelling and psychology. Choosing between international and interpersonal relationships, she stopped on the second, understanding that everything begins with aВ person and only than spreads around whole world.
The author uses complex approach as art-therapy, tales therapy, psychology, cognitive imaginative psychotherapy and body processes which allow toВ interact with aВ human soul carefully, leading toВ the subconscious depth accumulating experience. The author created therapeutic poems aimed toВ deal easily with avoided and unrecognized emotions.
Margarita uncomplicates hard things and conducts psychotherapy for those who are ready toВ change.
Acknowledgments
I would like to express my gratitude to everyone involved in the book launch. The process of writing it took almost 5 years, and you were always by my side – my beloved and dear relatives and friends!
Tatyana Mikhailovna Grabenko, thank you for the contribution toВ my tales therapy education and guidance inВ the process ofВ creating fairy-tale stories. IВ remember how IВ brought you my poem at one ofВ the training modules, after aВ two-minute conversation IВ realized that IВ was on the right track.
Leonid Zolnikov, IВ express my gratitude toВ you for the editorial staff and for the fact that you are always on my side ofВ creativity, although you criticize. Thanks toВ you, IВ got toВ know so many new authors and realized that IВ am not alone.
IВ thank my faithful friends and girlfriends, my regular readers and listeners for your patience, presence, for confirming the clarity and correctness ofВ this sometimes ambiguous path.
Thank you, Mom, for day and night adjustments, revisions and new meanings inВ my work. Dad, thank you for your humor and the confidence inВ my success. Thank you, godmother, for the emotional feedback, for the positive sides, which you can see even where IВ cannot.
I thank God and all the angelic council for round-the-clock support and direction. Without my and your faith in co-creation, only “wet asphalt” would have turned out.
Thanks toВ my mentors and therapists who believe inВ me and push me toВ discover my talents, not bury them.
I wanted to write briefly: “I thank my husband and my children. Thanks to you, this book came out 5 years later”(ha-ha), but it was your support, Denis, Taisia and Svyatoslav, and the shared experience that helped me to complete this painstaking work. You are my stars. Denis, thanks for preparing for everything. I’m not afraid of anything anymore!
Thanks toВ me for the freedom toВ be myself.
Foreword
So many words have been said, deeds done, that it is scary to start something of your own. So it was a thought earlier. What if my words do not touch the strings of souls? What if they would? Thousands of words and confirmations, tears of sadness and joy after reading or listening to these verses instilled in me faith and hope that verbal work is useful, that the word can kill and resurrect. And what is more beautiful than creating something new like new feelings, words, movements and human growth? Your every smile or deep breath after reading, each of yours: “how you were on time, how accurately you conveyed my thoughts” – is beautiful and priceless.
Consciously I started writing therapeutic poems in 2013, before that, from the age of 14 there were funny attempts at writing, alas, not saved. Only in snatches it remained in my head: “I am walking along the road, damp and wet asphalt; I am sitting on the quiet balcony, enjoying the dream, oh soon a young holiday will come to us, oh soon the new year will come”. In 2013, I learned to connect to the information field, no matter how strange it sounds. Words began to come, connecting with rhyme, stanzas, and the main flow began in 2016. Every day I asked angels to help me write and new creations were born.
Of course, you can note the difference in my development inside and out during the book, and I would really like you, my friend, to go your way inside of this book and reveal new parts of yourself. I do not pretend to be the truth of the first instance, each has his own truth. Just feel and then reveal yourself. And I am sure that you will understand: much more is available to you than you have imagined … You can read the poems in order or, having tuned in, choose the page that can metaphorically help you and give an answer to your current situation. Feel yourself. Pay attention to what is happening inside. Let changes come into your space. Give yourself a place to healing.
So, my friend, you are holding my and Space’s creation for the soul. Let love be reborn in your wide heart, let the eye rejoice the beauty around, let happiness not keep waiting and sing about peace and love, and your dignity to live here and now, to believe and be yourself.
Good luck!
With love and tenderness,
Margarita
The beginning
IВ will begin today, start writing aВ new page ofВ life,
A brush or pen’s in my hand, I’m ready for this route
And there I’ll type a couple of lines that go straight from inside:
“The Freedom to be thyself – that’s what my life’s about!”
Angels amongВ us
The autumn blues are crying quietly, because angels do not want to let them in. They’re drinking greedily sea buckthorn tea, talking about goals, writing new plans and believe that it’ll definitely come true. Their wish will come true. The rain is singing its song, the wind is blowing in their faces, the sun is shining a little brighter than usual from behind the grey clouds.
They know that everything has its time. And they’re meeting autumn in a special way, gathering a harvest of fulfilled dreams, right steps and necessary meetings. Sometimes it seems that they have wings, they seem to float, but they always return to the ground. Their path is not the best, just different. They know themselves, hear the inner voice clearly and trust themselves, the world, the space.
Life is unpredictable and amazing, desirable and pure. Each their step makes sense. They don’t want to live differently. They know that a fresh look at things helps to get out of old frames and feel freedom in a new way.
They live among us, someone calls them angels, someone is conscious, someone avoids or criticizes them. But angels just live. They live easily and playfully with an open heart. What if you are one ofВ them?
Love is the answer
Love is the answer
Surrounding around
Spreads inside andВ out
And can release theВ bond
Love is the answer
It leads us toВ forgive
The strength is growing inВ it
No pain. You feel relieved.
Love is the answer
That does not sleep at night,
Always hopes for aВ reason,
Silent when it’s right
Love is the answer
It has created the Earth,
Flowers grow in gardens —
That love who gave them birth
