Ocean tides

You are the moon. I’m at the whim of your too and fro. My heart strings dance as you tug them this way then that. I rise and fall gently at first, but the oceans in me have become more turbulent now with each ambivalent step you take.

I can no longer see the shoreline. I am at sea lost and riding the waves. The darkness has fallen around me so I can no longer see it coming, as the waves crash down on top of me. I’m drowning in this ocean tide. A rip taking me so far away from myself that I’m not sure I even have the strength to return. My arms and heart heavy now, trembling with exhaustion.

I’m looking for a life buoy to keep me afloat. But I know it’s only me who can save me now. I pluck up the courage to keep pulling my way through, each laboured stroke one moment closer to shore, but then each wave crashes and takes me miles more out to sea. Maybe now I just have to give in and let go, ride the rip tide to another shore, find myself on islands untouched so I can put my feet firmly back on solid ground. I need the sun to guide my way as the moons pull is still too strong.

April 21, 2020 0

My days

I am a Trojan horse, a bruised petal. Lucky, unlucky. Helpless, empowered. I feel the poison tingle in my veins.

I’m as light as a feather, but as heavy as the mountain I tread upon. My days so long, as my life seems so short. Too tired to have shame, yet when I have the strength I blush.

Surprised by my own see-saw of emotion. I keep on keeping on. My spirit almost seems brighter from this dark place I reside. In the shadows a light can grow, from a seed, a spirit rendered clean and pure of intention and revolt.

February 15, 2020 0

Trojan words

Be careful with your words even when using words of love or admiration, to offer up loving words with no intention of following through or without truth is even more dark than offering up words of hate.

It takes from the person so much deeper than a simple insult or rejection. It lifts them up only to have gravity smash them into a million pieces. Unable to trust again.

Always be careful with your words. Choose wisely. Say what you mean not what you think someone wants to hear. Never say something just to make yourself feel better.

Words are weapons, some more obvious & some like Trojan horses that can destroy a person from the inside out; Getting straight to their hearts centre by incasing it in a facade of love.

Respect the power of words

January 17, 2020 0

Imperfect perfection

Love is not made from perfect faces or perfect bodies, it is not made from cloth or stone. We get so caught up in the fantasy of love that we often run hurriedly past genuine love, distracted by the twinkle of romantic grand gestures often based on nothing more than a generic idea found only in the movies.

We fight and we fight trying to be perfection to feel deserved of love but it is in our darkest days, not only our greatest triumphs that we form connections. That we weave the ever lasting bonds of true love. It takes effort and wanting to create the tapestry, so intricate so unique to the individual. It takes choice. We must choose to love another everyday we wake. We must commit. Love is more than temporary curves and muscles, love is that warm feeling that fills you from the inside out when you simply sit quietly with your love. The passion arises out of this quiet contentment, as we realise we can trust with our entire being. We are home in that moment, and at total peace, free to explore whatever our bodies choose.

January 17, 2020 0