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Bravery comes from oneself, but others are needed for the person to take the first step.

Synopsis

Elements is the debut poetry book written and designed by Sandra Cooper.

Exploring themes of mental health, chronic illness, self-discovery, mindfulness, and love, Elements will take you on a journey through your self to new places you could never have imagined.

This collection is for anyone who has ever felt hopeless or lost in this confusing world. For anyone who likes facing difficult questions and enjoys the eternal journey of self-discovery.

Buckle in for a wild and heartfelt ride.

Every life has its own particular set of challenges. That is what it means to be a human being. Some lives have more than the usual amount of challenges, some of them result from bad choices, and others come from the situations that people find themselves in over which they have no control.


Elements starts off the from the latter point. The author is purposely vague about what she endured. I consider this is be very commendable; not that I would criticize her or anyone else for being specific. In her case, the author wants as many people as possible to learn from her example and to benefit from it. In other words, it is about the process rather than the background of the situation.


The author does this by weaving poetry and prose together. There is more of the former, and the latter serves to transition and to inspire. This is a very affirming work, and is designed for anyone working through a bad situation to benefit from it.


The four elements are joined with Space, which starts the book. There is a determination in the poetry, and the reader can clearly sense the passion behind the verse. Here is one example:


'After all,
rock bottom is not
the worst place
you could find yourself
at least you know
it is as bad as
it can possibly get
now you can look
forward to
climbing out. "


And another:

" I crave the darkness so strongly
 each drop of light that pierces my skin
 sends me further down the rabbit hole
 of my infinite soul "


Not all of the poetry has the usual features; but that is not to say it becomes prose. There is movement, passion, and drama in the verse. The author is clear that we have to love ourselves first of all, and that whatever we do is with the help of others. Very practical advice!

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I am a published poet with four books out there of my own, and two in collaboration with artist Carol Worthington-Levy. Additionally I have drafts of a novel and one short story in the process of being sent out.

Synopsis

Elements is the debut poetry book written and designed by Sandra Cooper.

Exploring themes of mental health, chronic illness, self-discovery, mindfulness, and love, Elements will take you on a journey through your self to new places you could never have imagined.

This collection is for anyone who has ever felt hopeless or lost in this confusing world. For anyone who likes facing difficult questions and enjoys the eternal journey of self-discovery.

Buckle in for a wild and heartfelt ride.

Space

Stillness

 

I am

as still

as the vast

emptiness

that was

space

before

movement.

In the

stillness,

the darkness,

the emptiness,

much is born

in the mind,

there are many

movements unseen;

thus began

my journey

into light.

I came

from 

stillness

darkness

emptiness.

 


 

 

Even on dark days...

On the gloomiest days -

and you will just have to 

believe me on this - 

on the gloomiest days

there are still

infinite reasons

to feel grateful

even if they’re 

stupid reasons

like

the smell of coffee

the way your dog sings

the feeling of sunshine

on your bare skin

light only comes in

if you let it

just know

it is always there

even on

the gloomiest days


 

 

Feblueary

Dark days outside

reflected inside

I am

as dark as

the world I see

through my windows

 

Dark days

long nights

losing sight

of why I

should fight

can’t make

my mind right

 

I want to stay

deep inside

this warm

cozy bed

it is the only place

that feels safe

on days when

I only feel

the dark side

of myself

 


 

 

I never knew how much

courage it takes to 

quietly endure unyielding pain

putting on a brave face

just to face the day

takes a lifetime worth of strength

 

I have become unraveled

having to pretend 

I am not falling apart

hopeless and defeated

 

it is exhausting

to repeat and repeat and repeat

to every person I see

why I am not 

my usual happy, positive self

 

so I pretend to be fine

and I smile when it hurts

and I laugh so I don’t cry

and all the while

I am trying not to

completely fall apart

and all the while

I keep my pain

dressed up nicely

it’s easier than telling my story




I crave the darkness so strongly

each drop of light that pierces my skin

sends me further down the rabbit hole

of my infinite soul

 

I want to consume the light

until my soul becomes a stone

heavy and burdened under the weight

of my own existence

 

isn’t that what complete obscurity teaches us?

To be afraid of the light?

It teaches us to embrace the inevitable

heaviness that pulls us tight

 

I will happily dive deeper

into this rabbit hole of dark insanity

most of us play it safe

seeing only in the light of day

 

treading only into the patches of sunshine

stitched between rows of dark clouds

not knowing that we are missing

exactly half of life

 

play in the light all you want

you are only increasing the hold

the darkness has on you


 

 

There is a wiggle in my mind

that comes out through my feet

mom always thought I just

loved to dance, not realizing

I was freeing my mind from

the nonstop jitterbug

the eternal foxtrot of thoughts

that parade on repeat

back and forth ceaselessly

across the stage of my mind

 

There is a fizzle in my mind

that comes out through my fingers

dad always thought I just

loved to write, not realizing

I was releasing my mind from

an endless script

an infinite monologue

about nothing

that scrolls and scribes relentlessly

across the pages of my mind

 


 


 

 

Believing

is a dangerously potent

medicine

just ask those

who don’t

Choose to believe in something

 


 

 


 

I tried it

not caring

pretending to be okay

giving up

 

I tried it

not trying

not taking care

not looking for joy

 

I did it for a long time

I tried being miserable

I wore it like a new skin

maybe that is why

I was always itchy

 

maybe part of me always knew

there was more out there for me

than misery and suffering

and if I used my power

of choosing

 

I could choose

to try hard

to show up

to care

to look for joy

 

and maybe eventually

I would see that whatever

I look for is what I see

 

and maybe eventually

I will learn to only look for

the good parts

to only see the progress

and ignore

the journey yet to come

 

maybe eventually

I will come to see

I am worthy of

the most attention

the finest care

the gentlest touch

and I will let go of

not feeling like enough


 

I know what you want to hear from me

I will save you the time and tell you now

I am not the little girl you knew

I am not who you want me to be

 

somewhere along the way I got hurt

and broken in ways I could not explain

the hurt piled up into dark messy spaces

that I always worried you would unearth

 

so I distanced myself

changed everything but my name

part of me hoped that when I left home

home would leave me alone

 

I was wrong, so so naïvely wrong

me being further away

just made you want to be closer

the umbilical cord trying to hang on

 

I know what you want to hear from me

you won’t

I cannot love you the way you need me to

but I need you to keep loving me

 

I know love is a two way street

my heart cannot beat strongly enough

for all of us so I chose me

me loving me more means loving you less

no it is not fair after all you have built

after the nest you kept for all those years

how dare I not be able to offer you the same

loving attention and affection, a connection?

 

I put up walls against those who attempted

to see me for my real self

taking my shame off the shelf and wearing it

trying to hide as someone else

 

it is inconceivable

this notion of being a death potion

for your parents' love and attention

they can fix anything with love

 

and I can’t even

show them I care

 

 



 

 

Rent Overdue

Distracted

by obsessive thoughts

misunderstanding

my own mind

 

it is exhausting to feel

like I am overdue on rent

in my own body, not big enough

for the space I am occupying

 

these arms are

too thin and 

cannot hold the weight

of a life I have outgrown


 

 

Follow those trains of thought

those times that your intuition

is playing peek-a-boo

with your consciousness;

you never know where

you might meet yourself

 


 

 

While you are busy worrying

what they are thinking

about you,

they are busy worrying

what you are thinking

about them

stop the madness

and let yourself think

about something worth

thinking about

 

the mind is the place

after all, you see,

where journeys begin

without leaving your seat

it can be used to create

the most magical ways

of seeing doing making

and yet for many days

you have been fretting,

forgetting your power

lies in your mind

you are wasting time

 

take back control

tell her who’s boss

own that mind of yours

all hope ain’t lost


 

 

How to Get What you Want

Practice loving yourself in moments of loneliness

practice saying I am brave in moments of fear

practice showing up in moments of anger

practice the art of practicing

 

nothing

not one thing

in life

comes without

practice

 

talk all you want

about what you want

if you do not practice

having it

you will never have it

 


 

 

After all,

rock bottom is not

the worst place

you could find yourself

at least you know

it is as bad as

it can possibly get

now you can look

forward to

climbing out.

 

No matter how much

you get hurt

there is something valuable

to be learned from

the journey.

 

Appreciate how

awful it feels

to be at your worst

that way next time,

you will not be surprised.

 


 

 

“I am doing my best”

repeat daily as needed

to yourself until

you start to believe it

 


 

 

Why Does it Matter What I Think?

Let’s talk thoughts. Many people have said it many ways and let me be one more, you are what you think. Whatever you are constantly telling yourself becomes true. Your truth is different from my truth is different from her truth is different from their truth because what we tell ourselves becomes the truth. If I constantly tell myself, “I am ugly. I am not pretty. I am not beautiful.” that becomes my truth, my reality. Someone else, anyone else, may see me and think, “She is not ugly, she is pretty. She is beautiful.” and that is their truth, their reality. Whatever you are thinking about, whatever you are telling yourself (which are really the same thing) is true. Choose wisely the words you repeat to yourself. Choose wisely the patterns you are creating in your mind. This is the only thing you have control over in your entire lifetime, your whole existence. Everything comes down to your ability to realize you have control over your mind, and when you control your mind you control your life. It sounds silly because of how simple it is. Practice telling yourself loving thoughts, practice talking to yourself how you want to be spoken to. Practice being the person you most admire and soon enough you will admire yourself. Practice believing you have the power to be in control of your mind. Sure, if you would prefer, you can let your mind do all of the controlling. See how that works out for you, let me know. I can make a pretty solid guess that you will never regain control. Once you've admitted defeat, once you've waved the white flag of retreat, once you've given up the driver’s seat, you've already written your last heartbeat. 


About the author

Sandra Cooper (Cooper Poetry) writes vulnerable and heartfelt pieces about her experiences with mental health battles, chronic pain, and her love of mindfulness and self-discovery. Prepare to be inspired and emotional after reading Cooper's work! view profile

Published on August 01, 2020

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Genre: Poetry

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