Monday, 6 October 2025

Sunset


If I choose to stare, 

If I even dare,

It is always the setting sun.

Sunday, 5 October 2025

Listen


Sometimes we say things that are in our heart, not because we want to hurt the person, but we need them to hear what hurt us. That's allowed, isn't it? 

Friday, 3 October 2025

Desire


What a beautiful thing it is that you wish to love them in this world and the next. 

What wanting it is that you wish to be reborn in every lifetime with them. 

Tuesday, 30 September 2025

September


Before September ends, before the buds bloom, and the last of the cooler mornings cease to exist, let me know if you're thinking of me too. 

Friday, 26 September 2025

Spring


The moment these appear.

The moment flowers breathe into new buds. 

I too, shake off quiescence.

It's all new again. 

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

You wonder


 And some nights you miss Life; what it was, how it used to be, who was around you, and who isn't now. You think about how things have changed and where certain people have gone. You think about the ones who don't talk to you anymore. You think about how you will never take good times for granted again. You want your kids to be babies again, you just want to feel a tiny hand holding yours, relying on you for everything. You want to go back and meet a few people twice, undo the past and then go ahead. You think about the laughter, the safety, being taken care of and not having a care in the world. You think about friends that moved on and you never crossed paths again. You wonder if they ever think of you too. You think about what it's all about; working all day, dropping off at night, getting up to do it all again the next day x 5, on repeat. You wonder what's the point if you aren't booking holidays. You wonder how many times you can clean, set and decorate your home. You think about when it may all end and what will finally take you. You wonder if people will think of you fondly if you left. What would they say and how many days would it take to forget your name.

Tuesday, 16 September 2025

She's enough


To exist in all your own fullness without the fear of abandonment. That scared child who tried to do too much for everyone, just to feel loved, needs to rest. Put her at ease. She's loved. She's enough.

Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.