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The Birth Of My Poetry & My Impetus to Write
by Alison Stormwolf


inannaAlthough I have written poetry most of my life, I really only opened up to this avenue of expression following a very turbulent time in my life.  I had come to a dead end very unexpectantly with my job, my relationship, and faced yet another house move. I had already endured years of struggle.

I was so exhausted that one morning I could not rise from the bed. This heralded in a nightmare time, so painful that, even now, I do not want to linger on it here.

I needed somehow to relieve the inner pain and confusion and so I took it all out onto paper. I started to write my life story and also to write more poetry. Once I started I could not stop, the poems flooded out, with me frantically trying to keep up to speed. I would be driving and have to pull into the side of the road. I would be in the shower and have to come out soaking wet and look for my note pad.

I soon realised that when writing I would be aware of another feeling. One of warmth and guidance. I started to think of a life outside the regimentation of the 9 to 5 and church every Sunday. I had played by the rules and stifled something very precious inside me. Now, I took steps to rectify that.

The poems just kept on coming like the porridge pot in the nursery rhyme.

I do not know why, but many poets are opened up in this way. Maybe it’s only in the depth of inner despair that we fully understand our needing to belong and search for the spiritual reality that many poets tune into, in order to be able to bring their revelations and deep feelings out and onto paper.


About My Poetry Ministry

Poetry comes from the heart.
I do not care for the academic assessment of poetry.
Academics can put forth their hypothesis but poetry is like dancing.
It springs from deep in the soul.
It is an uncontrolled energy which needs to be expressed.
The explosion of the inner feeling of the writer's emotions.
The lava of the soul.

© Alison Stormwolf

I realised that poetry was an avenue of healingm both in the writing of it and the reading of it too. To share the inner workings of the mind, heart and dreams with others, allowed them to maybe feel less lost too. In this way my ministry of healing poetry began.

I decided to take what had been for me a catastrophic time in my life and just as the arrow flies harder and straighter when the bow has been put under most the corresponding power is magnified. 

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My attitude to poetry is very un-snobbish, I write as I feel. The words form themselves for me.

"Poetry is a flash of lightening;
It becomes mere composition
When it is an arrangement of words."
~ Kahlil Gibran ~

Many of the poems on this site are very early pieces. They have not had the polish or the precise punctuation they should have had. I continue to try to hone my work (poems written in the last two years). Many are quite long but they are readily understood, accessible to even the most fatigued depressed minds (should they stumble upon this site looking for comfort or inspiration). I trust that they are reaching into the heart and bypassing the critical faculty that has its uses but should be laid aside when reading the poems. Many came through me not from me and I offer them to you in the spirit of sharing.
So there is 'method in my madness' so to speak.   ;-)

My healing has come through a very unexpected route for me. The more I retreated inwardly the more I had to offer. I soon realised that my salvation had come through the bitterest blows that threatened to kill me. I realised that there is a huge amount as I say "going on behind the scenes" and that miracles can happen daily. All we actually need to do is to not only be open to them but to expect them and to give thanks for them in advance! What we consistently hold in our minds and focus on will manifest into our reality. See Law of Manifestation and Creating Your Own Reality.

I wanted to serve. I asked to be 'The Hollow Bone'  as Grandfather Fool's Crow said (see distant healing page) but I did not realise then, that to be given the things I had asked for, I had to be hollowed out, totally...and I was.

* Hollow Bone, a term used by Frank Fools Crow (1890-1989), a Lakota Sioux tribal spiritual leader, Yuwipi medicine man, and nephew of Black Elk. He was instrumental in negotiating the end of a 68-day insurrection at Wounded Knee in 1973.


The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
~ Kahlil Gibran

I looked back on many things and realised that our biggest challenges are in fact the biggest stepping stones to the real things we need. I realised that every life situation has a lesson and usually a gift contained within it but we have to be willing to step out of victim mode once and for all. To rise up where ever you find yourself in your personal power. You may say it's ok for me, but it's ok for you! Read "Your Soul Awakening".

To refuse to blame others for whatever assails us...this can seem very, very difficult at first, but it is actually quite simple. It is intensely and powerfully liberating and self-empowering.



On Love, Loving and Heartbreak

We all suffer heartbreak at times. However, to love is to risk. To risk is to live! To embrace the fullness of life means becoming very vulnerable. There is strength in that vulnerability once you decide to be come empowered enough to refuse to look for the answers in anyone. We do not need another to complete us! We are complete in ourselves!. Then, as like attracts like, (universal law) the person you attract for a partner will be just like you and together the synergy beyond amazing. How much better than to stumble from one needy relationship to the next, becoming more and more desperate in the process while the self esteem slinks out the door.

The Bible tells us "Love Suffereth Long and is Kind" --1 Corinthians 13:4.

"When love beckons to you follow him
Though his ways are hard and steep
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing floor,
Into the season-less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears."
~ from 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran ~

It really is a 'season-less world' if we shut ourselves off from experience because we are fearful of being hurt - Like a garden covered with concrete to save weeds growing, but also then never allowing flowers either. We need to open ourselves up to the whole gamut of potential experiences in order to be 'fully alive' in the moment.


I am broken and can’t be fixed
Like some discarded toy
Relegated to the back of the cupboard,
A bear with no growl
A doll with eyes stuck open… or closed
Blindly unable to accept
The eroding of my life.
Shutting off the pain
Of too many losses
Fatal flaws incompatible with happiness
An embarrassment to myself
And those I love
Anger, hurt and humiliation
Devouring my tender heart.
Where is the physician of the soul?
Can he work a wonder here?

© Alison Storm Wolf

"The heart has its reasons
which reason knows nothing of."
~ Blaise Pascal - French mathematician, physicist
(1623 - 1662) ~

May you find inspiration, healing, laughter and understanding through the reading of my poems.

There is nothing new under God's sun and there is no feeling, no place of agony of heart or spirit, that has not been experienced by others and overcome.

Life effectively broke me down - making me an empty vessel, so that I could become built up again in a new way with new perspectives. I often wonder how I kept going but my belief that everything happens for a purpose helped me keep putting one foot in front of the other.

I believe people come into our lives for a very special reason. The teaching they bring us may not be to our liking but it is always to our higher good. I now know that even in the darkest times in our lives there is an undercurrent of potential good going on that we are often unaware of.

We are never alone.



Mellow Musings

How much kinder is the mellow mind
When hate or spite have packed their bags
And left for pastures new.

How much wisdom gained from life
When time has danced across the clock
Of your individual unfolding.

So much deep and lasting joy
In a heart well used and battered into shape
Like some treasured old shoes

I have fought my battles well
Always the warrior, never defeated
Ready for life's next onslaught.

But somewhere deep inside
These fearless birds of prey
Fly homeward seeking refuge,

The night is drawing in
The horizon has lost its appeal
The sheltered roost beckons.

I fly over my hometown
And my heart is strangely sad
And suffused with love at once

Fleeting moments on this earth
Passing SO soon into obscurity,
Do you see MY footprints
On the wet sand?

© Alison Storm Wolf

My Inspirational Poems

The poems below encompass my beliefs in the invisible realm, creating our own reality, and the knowledge that we are eternal beings. We talk of conquering space and putting men on the moon. What about exploring the wonderful, unlimited and truly magical realms of our own inner beings? That is where we will find the answers to everything.

  Night Summons
  Magic Intentions
  Invisible Threads
  New Beginnings
  Birth Of The Light

In conclusion, it is my confirmed belief that we are never alone. We have guardian angels and spirit helpers all around us. If this is a strange concept for you why not give it a try? All you need to do is to ask them to come into your life. The same with Source. We not only have a direct line to Source, we are Source, experiencing through the physical vessel. Source does not judge you for what you look like, sexual persuasion, religion or any of the other man-made divisions that exist in this place. Go within and find God, then come out and live your life with focus, balance, joy and purpose.

May it be so.. and so it is!


and never forget....

God's greatest gifts often come in the heaviest disguise...
Alison Stormwolf




Music Track: "Watermark, by Enya"