In March 2022, it was confirmed that I am Autistic. Suddenly, the last 29 years of my life made sense. I reflected on my childhood and teenage years and every struggle I had experienced. I did extensive research, from books, podcasts and videos and it all pointed towards the A word.
What if my destiny is to claw my way to greatness? — Emma-Jane Barlow (From Weeds, Sins &...
Tomorrow is my 28th birthday. And like I do every year, I am writing a birthday eve blog post....
Another year has passed. It has become a tradition for me to reflect on my life for the past year,...
Last year I entered a Mental Health Poetry competition with Make Our Rights Reality (MORR), my...
I am a lighthouse,a beacon of positivity.Dark clouds mayloom over mebut I am strong.The sun may departto make way for the moonbut I am strong.The storm may surge,lightning may strike,but I am strong.I could fall under the waves,almost drown,but I am strongI am a...
What is a poet?Woken by a whisperingmuse from dusk until dawna sculpter of words,an artist who paintswords that can seta soul on fire.What is a poet?The yearning to feel,to decipher the meaningof the world.A poet is a vessel of love,a carrier of pain.A poet is a...
Photo by Alex Andrews on Pexels.com And as if by magic, the shadows transformed into light. The sparkle in my eyes was alive again. The golden sun warmed my icy skin. My pulse ignited with fire. My broken soul was mending, healing, I was awakened - EJ ©Emma-Jane...
Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán on Pexels.com Tired hands, stone feet. Frozen in the cage of time. The minutes escape me. The hours turn to dust. The days wrinkle my skin. Another year of wishing, hoping, searching, for a pause button, a moment, to stop, to breathe - EJ...
Two thousand and one, summer roses, full bloom. Locked hands, freckled faces, young hearts in June. Two thousand and four,your name touched my lips,reliving a memory, a passing eclipse. Two thousand and nine,I wished for a soul to love forever,the universe smiled,...
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com When the world explodeswith hues of rainbows,roars with fireworks of thunder.I seek solitude. When notifications multiply,bad news seeps through the cracks of my screen,when the vulnerability of the planet’s future is exposed.I seek...
The beauty of the night, when the world is still. Ink covered fingers, blank page and quill. A writing muse awakens, with the rising of the moon. Words set in motion like a wild typhoon. Dark letters fall on white, a new vision created. The muse slept with the sun,...
A treacherous hurricane, spiraling out of control. A fire, alive with light, burning too bright. A blur of making the impossible, possible. a haze of anxiety, dead on my feet. Worries on my pillow, expectations to meet. My mind, teeming with images of my impending...
Darling, I’m not going to lie to you. I won’t fill your mind with quixotic fairytales, vacant promises and jubilant dreams. I’m not going to hold your hand, reassure you, tell you that your life will be ideal, it will be complicated. That is the truth. You will...
Beneath the twilight,under the gaze ofthe watching moon,in the presence of atrillion stars,I made a wish for youto be mine,a decade has passedand our hearts stillbeat as one. - EJ ©Emma-Jane Barlow, all words are my own. FOLLOW MY POETRY INSTAGRAM...
