Poetry

Shelter

My luck is a cardboard box /
And food that is scarce /
I don’t belong /
In a world that does not care /
That cannot distinguish /
My pavement body /
On the footpath

Joy

The doubts are subsiding /
The spirit within /
The weird and the wonderful /
Where do I begin?

The Road to Self-Discovery

I see the light breaking through the crack inside this wall /
And in this moment of cacao clarity, illusion begins to fall /
For what I thought I never knew /
Can be learned each day as I start with breath that is new

My Nana

In her small frame, a child-like grace /
But her mind, a beacon to light this place /
Filled with memories of old Dublin's streets /
Where laughter danced to timeless beats

The Third Queen

In this space between two stories /
It’s time to lie fallow again /
To hold my body in the dark /
Just as I hold my breath

Lady Righteous

Her mass rolls in each sound uniquely followed by the next. /
Venturing out seems daunting but what lies within you is even more haunting.

Scanning the Dream Time

But phoenix within, dormant and still /
Awaited the moment, the strength to instill /
From ashes rose a spirit anew /
To face the darkness, to find what is true

Determined Heart

In a world of shadows, her soul takes flight /
Embarking on a journey, seeking inner light /
A quest for truth, a path unknown /
A heart in search of seeds once sown

Remove the Armour

Remove the armour - has been the call reverberating within /
And slowly, and reluctantly, I began to let its wisdom in /
Opening my heart was a battle between love and fear /
But the deserving winner quickly became clear

Healing

Healing is a word that's being hashtagged and sold, and thrown around /
But I wonder if it has truly been found /
In a felt sense and expression /
In an innate need we've met /
Or have we turned it into something else we need to try to 'get'