The Freedom to be Thyself. Poem therapy. Margarita Osadchaya

breast, without movement,

      He flies with angels in his dreams.

      His mother’s breathing slowly, watching

      Her son smiling, playing in a dream.

      Today life flies so fast

      Sometimes you don’t have time to turn around

      And son grew up already. Look, he’s running to you

      And talking about the countries where he wants to come back.

      Appreciate breast feeding time!

      It passes quickly, you will not catch it.

      Mother, take care of the moments of your Path!

      Invest yourself in it, no loss, you’ll gain it!

04/20/16

      You are always loved

      Morning is coming.

      It’s quiet and easy.

      The sun’s meeting us.

      The heart feels so breezy.

      Here in Crimea

      It smells fresh

      Salt, wind, sea

      And vastness.

      I met the dawn

      Looking out the window

      From behind the mountains

      I saw the sun blinking.

      All colors in the world

      Gathered in one

      The sky is shining

      The soul’s glow began.

      The sea whispers softly:

      “Come closer to me …”

      I will feel it deeply,

      It’s merged inside of Thee.

      Warm salty water

      Met me that day

      And carried away

      In my own wave

      You and I are united

      You and me are one

      The place of the heart of power —

      In the happiness that’s not gone.

      I feel the salt on my hot lips

      Can’t hide joy no more,

      Goodbye pain.

      The sea has swallowed my secrets

      My heart opened up to love stains

      The mountains protect.

      The one who’s already lost

      Can find a shelter here:

      You’re waited the most!

      The sea smiled wisely

      I waived with gratitude…

      The sun winked at me nicely:

      “You are always loved!”

09.09.16

      My creativity

      My creativity begins to live with me,

      My work smells like dawn.

      There is a celebration of the love of being, where I write,

      Happiness will be the answer where I’m not blind.

      I’m not like everyone else, not like you,

      I compose poetry and sonnets.

      I want to live from me and for myself,