Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging
Love is a verb...kinetic, fluid. Love must flow from hearts and out hands not just lips. Love cannot be simply spoken but must be fully embodied and walked out in physical form. Love spurs feet in forward motion strengthens resolve and lifts heads higher. It's electric.. Ever moving shifting flowing energetic force that sparks light … Continue reading Not just a word. . .
A ' for sale ' sign is all it took and now we are in freefall over the edge.Doors close on our life as we sign it over and go insearch of a new home to make our own .Half a life. Half a legacy. Half is what we have to start again .Half is … Continue reading Deep water .
Truth dear heart is absolute, not subjective. It does not come in shades of grey...changeable like stage costumes. It is seldom choreographed, never rehearsed....it does not fear exposure. Viewing truth from different angles does not change its composition . Its solid, not vapor. It stands alone sure footed not needing to survive afloat on the … Continue reading Truthseeker
Seems courage is missing ....fear takes place as counterfiet memories rampage through distorting a mind ... Grass is always greener elsewhere and its true for a while till you realise that all green lawns are labour intensive . Shame and guilt arrive and unpack suitcases settling in and making them selves comfy .. they are … Continue reading MIA
RUINS derelict and abandon. Came upon them by suprise, silent and unsort.This wasnt really where I pictured us. After all this holy ground is ruined city, desolate and unkept.Its been looted and vandalised to an extent that if you didnt know what stood here before it would be unrecognisable .This landscape is pretty badly beaten … Continue reading Restoration.
Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay..hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild became … Continue reading Waiting.
It is possible to live at the bottom..exist at basement level...waste a life holding onto fakery..projecting to the world what isn't.Fear and her lover Pride seek to keep us beaten down and stuck. Twisted ,contorted ,deformed and devoured by the lies they spin and we are burnt away to ashes in the inferno they create. They … Continue reading Ashes
If I had it all to do over again.. I'd write a different story. The plot twists would remain the same I guess, I had no control over them anyway, but I think perhaps Id handle it all differently. Hindsight is 20/20 or so they say and if I only knew then what I know … Continue reading Hindsight
Impossibly flawed and oh so broken...still she walks as queen. Head held higher defying the ache inside. Youd never know the depths of sorrows overcome. She is victorious . Her integrity is made complete by humilities seasoning.She is beauty and brokeness all at once.A masterpiece in the making.Dust refined into being by the artists hands. … Continue reading She is….(for B ❤)