Poem: Sleeping giants

 

Poem: Into the storm

 

We climb mountains of fear

and swim rivers of grief

Inner demons we fight

Boat is our heart

mind the captain

navigating through

the forest of wisdom

The thoughts of your past

are weighting you down

Body holding memories

When it starts to burn

at the staircase of your heart

Everything will start to gain new meaning

Restless soul

trapped in your own thinking

can't follow the rhythm of the heart

feeling the distant abandonment

of the life we wished we lived

We don't carve with chisel and hammer

but with thoughts and feelings

Lets heal the wounds

that bled for generations

into the earth, which

we all call home.

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Some things have started to bug me. There has been a lot of disappointments, but I am in my haven, safe. Still it burns in my heart, my soul searching for something more....

Poetry: Summer ramblings

 

Wisdom from my three-year old.

Nobody but you.

Nobody but us.

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Poem: Empty your heart on me

How your body wraps

around my curves

The instant comfort,

a safe haven

Empty your heart on me.

Flowers on the window

Thunder rolling closer

Your tired body in my lap

Hot like a stone in the sun

Your heavy breathing,

the only sound I focus on

Church bells ringing, helicopter landing

We all plunge into the hard days

without warning

Feeling under pressure

in this playground

Not knowing full well

Which road should we choose

Second guessing ourselves

Looking for a purpose in our days

It feels like we're creating 

our own way the best we know how

We can find comfort in the thought

We will manage anything

life throws at us

Poem: Shedding armour

 As I run through these meadows

enjoying the freedom the great outdoors offer

I think of all the rooms in which I stood

hoping to fit in

All they've taught me

was how to hide

and dress myself in armour

Excusing myself and explaining why

you wouldn't love me anyway

yet at the same time

yearning to hear these words

"You are loved just as you are,

stand your ground, you are enough."

Searching for a connection

yet closing myself in solitude

Fearing abandonment

asking "why must I be?"

How deep the river flows?

How deep do the wounds reach?

Sadness gets comfortable

like a second skin

but so does anger

- showing us where it hurts,

if we pause to hear it speak

And not throw it around, 

for it grows and multiplies

If you could sell your memories, 

            would you?

Would it hurt less not to feel them

but feel the numbness of them gone

living a life of their own on the pages?

We're never finished, always falling and rising

it's only in darkness that we see the light

The person we were exists somewhere in time

You're gone but not actually gone

the image of you interchanges

Some people never leave -

names linger in the chambers of our hearts

like memories behind a tombstone

They've left, but not actually left

souls hang on to each other,

intertwined.

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Inspired by book Binding by Bridget Collins.

Poem: April showers