Poetry

Damp newspapers lie bruised on paved driveways / A portrait of suburbia / Sun / Torching skin / Melting me into my former self

Embracing our glow / the flickering lights we show / become opening stars / as we rock to the flow

Totally wild, no apologies / We have no control / This is her way / We are just visitors / Lie & listen 

I once was a child with nowhere to hide / Facing the world, not looking to fight / The battle began when all had seemed lost / I had to step up, but what would it cost

For you were born when the winter sun was low / And gave you a beautiful light / So now you can repair with gold- / Kintsugi style

To me poetry means everything… I think having poetry flowing through my mind, veins and body makes me look at the world differently because I can see the beauty in all the pain, sorrow and heartbreak

The only way through is to fully acknowledge your pain / To love yourself unconditionally / No matter what you've said and done / And remember that forgiveness is available to everyone. 

While snowdrops bloom / In my wake; and buds burst forth on tender shoots / From mother’s womb/ Awaiting tenderness

I question am I the only one? / With an unkind mosquito mind

I don't remember a time when I didn't write. My dad would always make up games, stories, songs and poems, he could create magic with words and I fell in love with how different words sounded and rhymes felt. He could transport us to somewhere different with the stories he created and I knew I wanted to offer this to people too someday.

There is a stirring / Heart of Hearts / Through flesh, through bone / Light shines / Undiminished

I can hear the river crying / The whisper of the wind / The beat of Mother Earth's heart / In my heart today