Despite This Path

Whilst the road ahead is uncertain and strange;
The sun still shines in its ember frame;
The stars still glow in that perfect night sky;
And the moon still smiles down from its throne up on high.

Despite this path, dark and remote;
There is a song to be sung and words to be wrote;
A family to love and a home to keep warm;
Regardless of pain, there will be a new dawn.


Ponder This….

Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay!

Ever used the phrase “don’t worry; everything is going to be okay” on someone going through a hard time?  Sure I understand the sentiment behind it, and yes I do ultimately believe everything will indeed be okay but If you don’t worry or have anxiety – ever – where would the motivation to try come from?, where would the strength to continue after a devastating day reveal itself ? – I mean why bother if things are going to miraculously fix themselves anyway.   If you think about it, the statement may actually cause more stress to the person its being delivered to.

Whilst a positive mindset is an absolute must and the ability to carry on despite lifes challenges a necessity (The universe does after all fall in love with a stubborn heart!), this doesn’t mean that you are not allowed to be human.  It’s surely finding the capacity to carry on despite the waves of doubt and anxiety that will ultimately get you through.

Would love to hear your thoughts!


In Peace Reborn

The poet inside of me is dead;

All the words that tied have fled.

Why is this you may ask, its true;

To this I have no answer, none due.

No reason for this lack of rhyme,

Unanswered questions? Perhaps in time;

Will unlock this bottomless pit forlorn;

And place me back in peace, reborn.



The pain of letting go, of a chance, to make you whole
When the absence of just a  glimpse;
Makes your world about to end.
When life seems so hard that you feel you cant go on.
Weary head dropping to the floor;
Cool tile, caressing this abyss.
Blow after blow, life is dealing now.
Your self worth is shattered;
Bloodied tattered knees.
Pick up what is left?
Embrace your savaged corpse.
With frayed rope, grab on tight.
Claw back to life.


Such Nonsense

I barely know you and yet;
I tell you all the secrets in my head.
It’s not Love, just a reach;
A cry to the moon for what I seek.
Its lust for sure, I miss the touch;
Of strong arms as passion surmount.
I cannot gaze into your eyes;
Nor can I hold your hand.
Yet your voice call to me in your words.
Such nonsense, yet here I am.