I am a fifty seven year old woman living with schizophrenia. I had high aspirations as a child and adolescent but my illness prevented me from seeking higher education.Through my artwork and poetry- although quite a novice poet. I cope with major mental illness through my writing, artwork, jewelry making and nature photography. I have published three books of poetry which I have illustrated with my artwork and photography.As my father was in the foreign service I lived abroad for a large part of my childhood. now I reside in my own condominium located in Silver Spring, Maryland, am unemployed though working on a fourth book which hopefully will be published at the end of this year. more »
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Claudia Krizay Poems
A True Mom
From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees, To those of losing myself to another world, You were always there for me. You were the mother in my heart,
When I Lost Myself
There are those who are forever searching and After many decades have passed lose themselves to another world- Although with much certainty and disillusionment I can hardly remember living much of a life in
A Gallant Lady
Upon every pathway I walk, I see your shadow, and In every pond and creek, I see your reflection- Upon these pathways I find the trace of your footsteps. In every thought I have, your memory is still alive.
I Found You- (for my best friend)
Alone in this world, Not meant for me to live in, I never knew Why the sun rose and set, why it rained so hard- My tears, my tears-That fell upon the edge of time-
Across the Universe
The sun sets as the moon rises above the mountaintops – Rhythmic music rings in the air as Tambourines play within a band of angels in the sky- Within a moment’s notice I would board a ship and
I have let go of time, I have let days disappear and As I walk down this pathway of life For a brief moment
Falling: Imprisoned, while Hiding- Eyes, fixed upon
Fear, anger, mistrust and nearly Half a century of Living in a world unfamiliar To all but myself-
Faces of terror, and Mountains of madness, Climbing upward towards oblivion, I could envision
Run, walk Do not hide- Last night and late morning- Shades of oblivion- Trees bow in rhythm with the wind outside Before and after this world was born-
When the rain falls hard, I see, I see, Not too far before my eyes Further behind me Everyone is talking; I have disappeared
The Eyes In Back Of My Head
Early this morning I am outside walking along the trail- The wind blows my hair about- Covering THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD- I cannot see for the moment but I can feel-
My plight isn’t what you think or What you care to believe- Just as cherry trees do not blossom in The month of January or
In this moment I feel as if I am falling, Into a prison from nowhere, I see my shadow arabesque as I watch my reflection appear
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A True Mom
From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees,
To those of losing myself to another world,
You were always there for me.
You were the mother in my heart,
The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.
You held my hand when we crossed the street, and when
I crossed that bridge from sanity to unreality.
At that moment when I began to lose myself-
You stood before me with open arms.
In my make believe world, I was a little girl at twenty one-
This nobody understood, but you showered me with your love-
The mother of my ...