Yet here is what I can do; I can remind them that they are magic to every life they touch. This is a shout of love into the void of pain, reminding you, my beloved friend, that to feel alone is but an illusion. You will never stand alone, you always have me. I will be your fortitude, your crutch and your cheerleader whenever the need arises. I cannot solve your problems, but I will ensure that you do not face them alone.
‘You are meaner than your demons, colder than your pain and braver than your last thought.’
If we accept that fact, that We Are All One, as true then another intrinsic truth arises that we cannot ignore. If we were to live as though no one, even those who wrong us in the worst ways, were a part of how soul in need of love rather than condemnation, then we would never lack. There would be Enough.
I understand something I didn’t as a teenager. We can be on anti-depressants or in therapy and still experience moments so sharply brilliant that we laugh until our chests hurt. We can fret over living with our parents until our thirties and still receive a hug from a friend that is filled with such love that life is, momentarily, fixed and whole once more.
Welcome to 2019 - year of new possibilities and opportunities which we had in 2018 also! Perhaps now it's time for me to stop looking at the tick of a clock to take my heed, and start taking life into my own hands? Let's see how 2019 unfolds. The Achievement Addiction Do you have life … Continue reading The Achievement Addiction
What if Youth is Broken?
It was at this point that the rain stopped and once I reached the top of the hill, it was my turn to stop.
There was no rainbow. It wasn't a scene an artist would pick out as being immediately striking. But the key was the palest blue and the sun was so bright that the glint of my watch face made me shut my eyes.
The Direction Lord The Direction Lord was a compass My compass (Right?) I should follow Direction Lord All the way to Amethyst Sun My new home After all, he knows why my suns Shine, Rise And sing His specialty is when my scars need a Gauze of inescapable, Tight-fisted love He made me … Continue reading Poem: The Direction Lord
Sunward Climber Hidden in Lake Erie Weak and weary A glitter pixie who sings Shakes her crinkle wings And says; ‘Down by the willow, deep like a pillow, Children cry for chivalry, oh so blissfully, And wait.” Pretty pixie was once a girly-wurly With no help in her flurry - Dust shimmers As she looks … Continue reading Poem Three: Sunward Climber
The Juggler One step, two steps, tickly under there The old rhyme bounced around the cellar. The Juggler was hidden in the dust, watching - The mother of the house was a singer, you see. That was before her mouth was caught in an O Cheeks like cracked paint, eyes bloodshot with inky evil A … Continue reading Poem One: The Juggler