Being brave isn’t about not having fears. It’s about having fears and overcoming them.
Tag: writer
A thought
And you… what a sad lesson you have learned: to be silent even when the words being spoken to you are in need of reproach.
Thoughts in the dark
In the dark of the night nightmares come
They visit me and make me question
Wonder at the goodness and strength
Of my heart
Tried by fire
I remind myself
Each night
Close my eyes
And give my safety
Up to that Greatness
Without
That has brought peace
To what seemed
The never ending turmoil
Of my soul
Convinced as I was
Of the surety
Of its eternal damnation
For no reason
Other than the constant
Devastations
I oft experience
Even now
The only difference
Is my understanding
Of faith
In the face of adversity
And knowing that each hit
Will not break me
For when I was made
I was forged in fire
In a thunderstorm
The spark which sets
Ablaze
Trees
When lightning strikes
And no amount of downpours
Of rain
Can set me out.
Love be damned.
And so I prepare myself for the giving up on dreams
On fairytales
This silence stirs my doubts and fears
Is this love simply a fable
That one day will be told
To keep the young and in love wary
Of promises seemingly never kept
Of love eternal
Being something akin to damnation
Rather than something beautiful and divine
Lightning Kiss
The lightning strike
A kiss from God
Given to the now burnt ashen tree
The rain pours down
A torrent
The clouds darken the sky
Masquerading as night
The sun nowhere to be seen
No light passing through
One must remind oneself
Of the promise of future rainbows
This is when I discover God
Most clearly
In moments like these
And I hold my hand out
Hoping to catch that lightning kiss
And know all that is and was
Light.
She dared
She dared to move
The music spoke to her in secret ways
Her eyes closed
Her hips
They moved
Her arms lifted up
As she dreamt of him
Before her
Dancing with her
In her mind
As she moved in circles
To the beat
Of defeat
Untitled, 08/09/2023
Oh, how we mourn the dead
But they are to be envied
Are they not
For this bitter twisted coil
We call life
No longer holds sway over they
They have escaped this cycle of endless toil
To be remembered
Yes
And never forgot
Writing update
For those curious: I have started working on a manuscript for my idea ‘Running Scared’. As I work on this very important universe to me posts will be scarce. However, I hope it will be worth the wait!
Scrap from 2019
sit at a cafe table next to an ice rink. failed feet. shaky legs. the chairs and tables for us. those who wait for the ones still on ice. or for the ones who never tried. at least i did not fall. clutching the railing. trying to find grace elegance on ice. only to shuffle back. demand shoes. solid ground. in place of frozen water. wonder at the beauty. the seemingly effortless flow of limbs from those who know to transport their bodies across the frozen land. envy. dream of finding my grace someday. close my eyes. dream.
Scrap from 2019
A silver globe
reflects
visages
people skating by
they seem
to float
fly
dance
upon the ice
holding hands
or alone
their reflections
converge
the sun shines
in
from the
roof
a beautiful dome
masking
a skylight