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Uplifting poetry for those crushed by life

This book is for you who are struggling to get out of your abusive situation and escape the wounds of the past, Survive and Thrive will help disentangle you from victimhood. For you are not a victim but a survivor, a victor, a warrior

Lydia Gah
Lydia Gah - mediator, counsellor,  family law consultant, author, speaker

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Survive and Thrive: My Courageous Journey Out of Domestic Violence by Lydia Gah, Holistic Journeys, March 2020, 112 pages, paperback. ISBN-10: 1925884988. Purchase here from Amazon, $31.05

MOOROOBOOL, QLD - Don’t just survive through life – thrive in your life. In August 2020, I published Survive and Thrive, my account of surviving domestic violence.

Discover the secrets to living a life you desire – during and after your journey of abuse.

Survive and Thrive will take you from being a victim to being a victor, provide you with a roadmap to help you deal with your abusive situation and encourage you to take proactive action.

It will also inspire you to believe in yourself, help you discover the limitless power you have, make you realise you are worthy and enable you to realise your blessings.

Gah - book coverFor those of you who are struggling to get out of your abusive situations and those who have left but are still stuck in the past, holding on to wounds of the past, Survive and Thrive is a book you must read to disentangle yourself from the belief that you are a Victim – for you are not a victim but a survivor, a victor, a warrior.

I am selling my book independently and raising funds to recoup my publishing costs through the sale of traditional PNG crafts, coconut oil and CDs of songs in my Nakani mother tongue and Tok Pisin.

Here are just a few of my poems.

Behind the Veil Melanesian Culture

Shrouded behind the Mysticism of Melanesian culture,
Lies an untouchable Monster.
Racking lives of blossoming Roses,
Once the pride of families, clans and tribes.

Towering menacingly high above dark clouds,
Onlookers simply and indifferently look on,
As if paralysed knowing not what to do,
For they say, “it is the Melanesia culture”.

All the while the blossoming Roses,
Their iridescent lights slowly but surely fade.
Changes thus far into a dry, unwatered patch of lawn,
Where once stood beautiful beds of roses.

Exuding beauty in different colours and fragrance,
Their absence felt by those who loved them.
“If only, if only”, the living lamented at their passing

Still behind the veil of Melanesian culture,
The monster exists and perpetuate - domestic violence.


From the war-torn wreckage, of broken homes,
broken villages, and broken lives,
Came oh so slowly a figure,
Bandaged head hobbling, one arm in a sling.

Those who saw that ghost emerge,
Will never forget one thing,
The smile on the ravaged face.

A child, as children do, had to ask,
“Why do you smile when you are so injured and so hurt?”
“Because I survived” came the reply,
Still, the smile was there.

The Cage

Some bars are of gold,
But mine were only rusty wires.
Into some rooms the sun would shine,
But into others there were only shadows and darkness.

Some are cared for tended and loved,
While others are left to die of hunger,
Even when fed three times a day.

Then, God’s Will took its turn that day,
And my guiding angle looked on with a smile,
As the hinges screeched with rust,
And left the gate undone,
And the bird was Freed!
The beauty of a butterfly
Such a beautiful thing
Its blue blinding floss in the sunlight
We can but look on in wonder
That we are so blessed with such a treasure

The arrogant and spoilt, caring for little,
Emotions at the ready, with little regard for what is beautiful,
And should be cherished.

Sling short up and fired without a thought,
The body crushed, and the blue floss fades,
The child looked on and suddenly is overwhelmed,
With the waste, the stupidity, and destruction,
Of something which now can never be regained.

If only experience and knowledge,
Were as easy to gather as things of beauty are to destroy.


Useless was my name
Given to me by another
So, what!
Why should I care?
What do they know?

I am better than them
That, loll in riches and luxury
My experience is my fortune
And nobody can take that from me

I am what and who I am now
Because of what has gone before
Not useless, but proud
And will remain proud and strong
Until my day on earth is done



Lydia has over 15 years’ experience working in diverse roles in the fields of Community Program Development, Family Law Mediation, General Counselling and Project Coordination across Australia and Papua New Guinea.

Lydia continues to develop her personal consultancy business, and recently joined the Northern Frontiers Mediation & Counselling network in a Child & Teenage Counselling and Family Law Child Consultant capacity, as well as mediation and case-worker supervision services.

Lydia has thrived on the opportunities to build, nurture and maintain strong relationships with clients, co-workers and stakeholders in small to large organisations across Papua New Guinea and Australia.


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Richard Jackson

A very brave and moving book.

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