A Sunflower
is the best flower
somewhere stuck
between the dark and the light
halfway closed
and almost open
like a heart, not sure
if it’s ready to face the sky
A Sunflower
is the best flower
somewhere stuck
between the dark and the light
halfway closed
and almost open
like a heart, not sure
if it’s ready to face the sky
When all is said and done
I’ll dive into the sun
and watch the warmth
from my fingertips
as though my eyes
could see
through every cell of my being
find me
I am lost in morning
waiting for a thought
to raise me from
the comfort
of comfort
-homebound
I am the morning
in more ways than one
I am the night
when morning is done
but the day
does not come to me
it hides away and prays
for the girl who finds the bed much safer
than the the daily paths
we all must tread
How could you be so cruel?
when you took my money
and my kindness
You let me say ‘thank you’
over and over again
and never gave
a hint of guilt
as your words fell
on fragile ears
~
You probably thought
how stupid she is
this gullible
sad
pathetic
miserable creature
giving all she had
and all her mother had
~
Taken by the very hand
she made
when you made me lie
straight to her face
~
You made me a fool
sitting on a fence
one gust of wind away
from falling into the abyss
the one
I’ve fought
so long to resist
~
You didn’t even hesitate
when you took it all away
and I am so angry
at you
at me
at every branch
on this pathetic tree
~
Roots dig deep
locking me in place
this self-loathing hell
I’ve tried so hard to escape
~
and so
~
You might have won today
but you will not win my world
for tomorrow belongs to me
this girl
who is more
than fear and her tears
-Victim
The sleeper does not know
what the waker sees
for dreams can only be kept
somewhere in-between
-hiding
I am more powerful
than the positions we all hold
for within my chest
lies the secret of my soul
-surrender
The new earth
clings to my bones
like ice
frozen under extreme conditions
-Saved by the icy deep
I am deep
so be careful
you might fall straight through me
splitting me in two
~
new pieces
arguing with each-other
not realising
they are on the same side
~
I talk
and you call me Dr Phil
I laugh
but know inside that you are right
to some degree
~
what is wrong with wisdom
living in a girl
not yet thirty?
~
I like to read
and know
more than what
I’ve been trained to understand
~
so stand with me
and watch as I knit
myself back together
with your hands
I sit in time for a while
and forget all spoken words
as the blood in each hand
stirs my veins into dust
from old stars who have passed
beyond this night
and continue to shine
their long dead light