The Rescue: From The Eyes Of A Bleeding Child

By Lillian Haugland

From the soul, heart, mind, body and spirit of Lillian Haugland, also known as Orkidedatter, The Rescue - from the eyes of a bleeding child - is a collection of dark poetry inspired by the author’s childhood.

The author's crossing points of the physical, psychological and the imagination are anchored inside this book. Mental health is close to Lillian's heart, and writing has been one of her methods for overcoming her demons during the darkest moments in her life.

To communicate that you are not alone in fighting bad memories is the soulful purpose of this collection of poems. Do not be afraid to face your worst fears, dive into your mind, and face what you are experiencing with an open heart. It's not easy, but take a deep breath, breathe and listen to your body. You can be surprised by how strong you are.

Read with your eyes, listen with your heart and feel with your mind, and join in on a therapeutic rise from the fire in the abyss, to have a will to live a life with your head over the surface. Become the phoenix rising from the ashes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Next Chapter
• Release date: Oct 17, 2022

Book preview

PREFACE

This book is a poetry collection of dark poetry from Lillian Haugland. She is an artistic poet, writer and artist from Norway. She has a Norwegian pen name, and she got a lot of questions what it’s mean in English, it means The daughter of the orchid. The flower orchid was her father’s favorite and it’s a tribute to him since he passed away.

Before you begin to read The rescue – from the eyes of a bleeding child- it’s important to me you know this;

In my late thirties I become ill, and to write started to be my healing process. Along with my brush I painted art that emphasized my words and making a connection between my feelings and what was going on in my head, my soul and heart. I was thinking if my words could give my readers one reflection how to be a human with a past when you were a child, a child should not have, or a feeling of you are not alone, I’m much grateful, and my writings have reached out to someone who needed to read this. In my healing process I learned to embrace my scars and to learn to live with them. I can never be without my scars, but it can fade a bit and the pain can ease a little bit, but one day in the Norwegian Spring I decided to not run anymore or hide my scars, to work it through even it was so beyond painful, it is worth it. I’m not completely healthy, I never will be either, I have acknowledged that and I’m learning day by day to live with my ghosts and demons from the past.

In my poetry, every poem, it’s a truth, but I leave it to the reader to think for themselves what it might be.

Lillian Haugland has another poetry collection published Beautiful & Battered -breaking through the chains-

My own art @orkidedatter

From the north a butterfly in

winter land under the

Polar star in the elongated

small country

-Norway-

If you listen carefully, you can hear

her wing stroke rises from a descending black

star from a nightmare vision

flash down below the abyss…

breaks through the chains from

a cage of

another day healing subconsciously

a picture of pain.

Bleeding memories and a battered

country girl,

but beautiful as the midnight sun…

strong as the Northern Lights

dances on the

black canvas of the sky,

she colors her soul's

landscape of a ruin to an

architectural masterpiece.

-Orkidedatter-

Dear reader:

Listen carefully,

It was not more room for me in this world,

I was the devil’s weapon before I even knew it.

Today, I’m still standing from a reborn dark butterfly,

fragile, but colorful.

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So, let us meet the author from the eyes of a bleeding child.

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Within me, there is a place where storms of emotions smash into a landscape of ice fields, where no roses grow, or no midnight sun is glowing,

high waves of flashbacks flowing into my battlefield of my mind

to drown my sanity.

Leaves from the Autumn season drift among the winds

and calming my madness when I'm standing outside under

the streetlights in this chilly night.

The air crackles with the tang of lightning and silver-gray clouds roil

with anticipation of the coming bleeding tears, walk through that place with me.

It`s not a love letter….

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Welcome to my world written in blood from a heritage from a long time ago…

PART I

SILHOUETTES OF A CHILD'S SOUL

SHADES FROM THE PAST LURKING DEEP DOWN HER HEART

FROM THE EYES OF A BLEEDING CHILD

Always prepared

she never lived at the moment

she collected her treasures and put them

under the bed during the weekends.

From the eyes of a child, she never

saw magic in everything,

she pulled the blankets up over her head,

another night

no escape

at sunrise she felt no relief,

dirty and full of shame…

A casket with razor blades and needles

Made her do the unthinkable,

she felt the pool of blood.

She wept her tears into her teddy bear…

She always draws her tears from her heart and

tried to tell her soul to be ok.

Her crystal soul crackling into her breaking mess,

and they don`t saw the blood that has

dried from the eyes of a little girl,

and this is how the story begins from the eyes of a bleeding eyes.

I STILL HAVE A VOICE

It's dark and cold

in the shadows in my own soul

I can`t find the presence in the warm

glow of a candlelight

eliminates ways of life to live bright

since you crushed my heart

her faithful friend is a teddy bear

she gazes out into the darkness

can`t escape from the evil behind the mask

the rays from the withe moon as decorations

masking the sadness