I collect them patiently one by one with care To give to the night with no trace Of sweet memories held within my mind When I could clearly See your face In the coming of dawn, they will take flight Like a flower floats in the wind Returning, when I am lonely late at night…

Unburying the four That don’t encourage me Anger,shame, guilt, and blame Rebuilding this new mainframe With confidence Through the brokenness Wreckage Wasteland Holding this heart with Compassion All my efforts Advance the light So I answered the call Armoring up Filled with love Rooting out the sour Every hour Unlocking this inner power A human…

Brooding over her nest. The eggs in her nest haven’t had a peep Intact shells with many a crack over a long past. Deprivation of nurture and warmth of body, and gentle thrilling reassurance. Hastily now applied.

It’s a parcel on my doorstep from you who has never met me, It’s a Facebook photo of brave women laughing and loving No longer virtual, It’s Pasquale my neighbour by my car asking “Please can I help, that looks heavy.” It’s the Italian and the Qatari Jumping for their lives, And with one will…

Kicking up stones and Plumes of dust clouds Along another dirt trail Feeling warm winds upon my Face This isn’t a race Gaining the beauty of grace Heart gets heavy Body layered in mud Silent and starving for Affection Strokes of light Flow from my spirit Pointing me to another Pure direction A praise Changes…

Listening to the Storm & Thunder outside Thinking of the Storm & Thunder I carry within The life long one The one that has scared me Hurt me Suppressed me Silenced me Controlled me The Storm & Thunder I never thougt would end But I start to see it can With new skills learned And…

I want to make my life much sweeter It doesn’t come naturally to me I think that’s what grandmothers are for They’ve given up perhaps the pushing in the driving the striving My grandmother taught me how to get into the movies without paying She taught me that The experience is mproved with a treacle…

We nursed him to his passing. Listened as his frail body Inhaled Exhaled Hand on thumping heart Then it stopped Gone Just like that My Dad Now a corpse I grew up with such need for my dad Wanting him to be what i needed He couldnt A farm boy Dealt with us as he…

Space is a very complex thing.  At times we want it at times, it just becomes one of those things, in the air, absent, really not connecting, breathe space can be a beautiful thing, it may led by many more chapters, that are unforeseen, breathe It becomes more about patience, observing, in the  crusts of…

Uncharted territory Is when I try out A new version of me Carefree, unfettered by any view you may have of me I knew I wasn’t right when I was young I knew there was something wrong Not just that I wasn’t good enough But that happiness was not on the cards for me There…