Some things in life are hard to chart
As much as economics would like to disagree
My head was pierced by a dart
Filling it with anxiety
This went on and on until I was wholly lost
In constant distress and pain
My life was shell-shocked, all was paused
Would it ever be the same?
Now, years on
My heart is healing
My head was wrong:
It was scared of feeling.
Let winter be one of joy
And the rain bring you a smile
Fear not being coy
You have walked many a mile.
Walking along the wheat-lined path
The future smiles in the wind
The past orchestrates and plays its wrath
As the singing breeze begins to din
Question-marks sprout like giant beanstalks
Impaling the clouds, making them bleed
Tears of pasts and presents walk
Hand-in-hand in this great deed
Sunshine on the trees creaks to a standing halt
As all the paths in front of me split and veer
The fields open up an infinite vault
They have my horse backing up to the rear
Perhaps they mean no ill deed
Perhaps they just line the road
Perhaps my heart will be joyful
Accepting the way without greed.
Picking up the seeds I sowed
And the leave questions unanswered
As they waft away in the summer wind.
I empathise with those of us who feel
the world on top of our shoulders
who feel things others don’t
who feel all the beauty and ugliness
found in this resplendent world.
Questions swirling in my mind
Questions stirring swirling my stomach
anxieties of anxieties
and of my sensitive nature
lead me to question
lead me to doubt
a great deal.
Even if I wonder, even
if the anxiety whooshes in
even if I doubt
I know, I feel
I am at home with you
Even if I’m unsure
even if the doubts rush in
even if I’m not at home with myself
I’m at home with you.
Opened up with a sentence
A deep-seated discomfort looms
Elephant in a china shop
Breaking the fragile state of mind
But it’s followed by the sweet honey of comfort
Dripping in between the cracks
Filling the seams
And making me whole again.
Home, tugging at my heartstrings Home, slipping away into the dark Home, why don’t I know what my heart sings Home, why does every step miss the mark? As the clouds cover all below Shrouding memories in mist Thinking of the thoughts in tow All the things I might've missed Questioning my happiness Wondering what home I miss And doubting my sadness Longing for my beloved’s kiss. Onwards I go, alone but not lonely As the way forward becomes clear My darling, I know that only Want you to be by my side, my dear.
Is like a grey polyester blanket Cold from the outside Until you make the plunge Keeps the warmth in Keeps the colours out Envelopes all that walks, all that talks Until time elopes with all emotions And the grey blanket comes off revealing the colours we were too blind to see.
What's brewing underneath that smile? A deep-rooted contentment Going the extra inner mile It's that smile you give me It's that smile I reply with It's the orchestra reaching a crescendo and a song in its coda It's the feeling of getting to know yourself; the feeling of knowing the road is long and has been a hell of a windy bloody road as I looked over the edge and saw the vast, dark ravine of what could happen but instead I chose to climb uphill and only now I'm reaching the splendour of the sunlit meadows of my soul.
Shouting and throwing things
spilled tears and spilled dreams
is this really how
we ought to deal with life's seams?
My love, look at me,
look me in the eyes
my dear, imagine a world
with no surprises!
As fuming red turns to foggy hues,
and words come out in two-by-twos
take a step back
and see life's funny cues.
No need to spill and make a mess
if only to one another you'd confess
don't bend over and cry
and spoil your pretty dress!
If only we'd see what's life's everyday
instead of fighting day to day
it's not that hard
if you imagine the beautiful future coming our way.
Eyes drooping
Head pounding
thud
thud
A relentless anxiety
to keep digging mud
Shovel in, shovel out
what's the point
of this night out?
Smoke-filled rooms
and dainty hallways
the corridors of life
sweep us away
We mustn't forget
to breathe and pause
because it is in our power
to change course.