Sepia; a life in poetry, by Sally S

Sally is one of our clinic clients and a friend in homeopathy. She has raised her children on homeopathy, and I’ve supported her daughter and now her brand new grandson on their life and health journeys!

Here’s a brilliant poem Sally wrote about the homeopathic remedy Sepia, which she has given me permission to publish here for you.

You may not know much about homeopathy or you may be a seasoned home prescriber or even a professional, it doesn’t matter because I suspect many people (all genders included!) may resonate with aspects of Sally’s story of one of our classic homeopathic remedies.

If you’d prefer to listen, the audio is below.

Listening time 4 minutes.

Sepia; a life in poetry – Elements of Health

And yes, the remedy is available to purchase in the online store!!


Sepia Polarities

She’s a conundrum, is the Sepia girl,

As a child she is constantly in a whirl.

Loving to dance and socialise,

Frightened of thunderstorms, you realise.

But energised by them, just the same.

If she gets involved, it’s like a game.


She hates to quarrel and runs for cover;

Hides until it’s all over.

The thought of having to take a side

Involves way too much effort which she cannot abide.

There’s stasis you see,

No activity.


As the years progress, she has to confess

That her sexual desires are obvious.

She craves much deep loving

But if she’s hurt, she knows there is nothing

To do but retreat

And admit her defeat.


Every month is a trial as the menses approach,

PMS and pain encroach.

Flow sometimes scanty and sometimes profuse,

Her uterus sags and feels quite loose.

She never knows when the bleeding will come,

But it’s such a relief; she has felt so numb.


The next thing you know

There are children in tow

It wasn’t easy for a foetus to stay

And several were lost along the way.

Morning sickness was terrible,

Almost unbearable.


And once they are born

The idea of sex she will scorn.

There’ll be no pretence

The pain is intense.

And the thought of being caressed

She will completely detest.


Now she is tired and so worn down,

Her skin is sallow and patchy brown.

She must sit down or cross her legs

For her uterus to fall out would be the dregs.

She feels so weepy but she doesn’t know why.

Oh God, she could cry, and cry, and cry.

She feels so cut off

She has to scoff

At the memory of fun

For now she has none.

She has nothing left to give,

If only those early years she could relive.


Everything is a strain.

Feels like she’s been run over by a train.

“Just leave me alone, go away for God’s sake

All you want to do is take.

I’m over it, I’ve had enough

Don’t you realise that life is too tough?”


The children winge, cling and demand

“Please, oh please, don’t misunderstand.

I really do love them,

But I seem to have forgotten,

The person I used to be

Back when I was me.”


Dinner is on but she feels deadly sick,

The heat in the kitchen is horribly thick.

She sweats and feels faint,

Happy she ain’t,

About her duties tonight,

Her resentment they incite.


“Let them wait” she decides

“Until my anger subsides.

I couldn’t care less

About their happiness”.

Her husband is sad

She’s got the blues real bad.


“What happened?”, he thinks

As his love for her shrinks.

“She loved to dance

But now if I glance

My head is snapped off

She’s so darn cross.”


The years pass by.

She has continued to comply.

But not without anger,

She still feels languor.

Menopause sets in;

She tries to take it on the chin.



Hot flushes abound but

There are opportunities around

To reinvent oneself

Now the children are somewhere else.

But she’s so tired; it’s hard,

She feels so scarred.


At last, there’s a light,

A visit to a homeopath feels right.

One dose of Sepia is all

She needs to stall

Those horrible feelings

And replace them with healings.


Her husband is ecstatic

The difference is emphatic.

His young wife has returned

As he always yearned.

He will be eternally grateful

That she is now not so hateful!