I can’t have an ‘all the best‘ or a ‘have a nice life’.
Our hearts are raw and in pain.
How awful this end for a husband and his wife.
No listening was done, and she couldn’t open his eyes.
Beyond the mirror and his self obsessed life.
When friends they were, open they spoke.
Calmly they loved and often they would joke.
But husband somehow changed, as did the wife
When they realised how intense was their life
They built up walls
And cried for hours
They destroyed softness
With their magic powers
The ones they were meant to use for love
They used to destroy
The scared little girl and the frightened boy
For a moment she thought perhaps he was more
Than what she ended up bargaining for
Letting him in to such a sacred space,
Within her soul family
She lost her face
At least he didn’t meet her blood
At least she didn’t get covered in mud
At least she realised before it was too late
The man was a boy, a fragile state.
She thought she could hold him.
Make him feel brave.
She knew she could love him
To the end of her days.
If only he listened to her open heart
We would not have created her new scar
I guess alone like the wolf she always was.
And back to the sea returns his cross
In the dreams they sail together holding hands
Swimming the seas and dancing on sands
Until distant becomes their memory,
Their love fades away,
They get distracted by others
And new games they start to play
For now that’s just a wishful thought
As the wife she sits a sobbing
Saying farewell to her beautiful husband
While her heart is weak and throbbing
Category: Strength
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With all the anticipation of a kids birthday
My body went into decline
Everything started failing
And no one knew the time
No one knew my thoughts
No one cared how I felt
The empty questions unanswered
As I undid my car seat belt
No one saw it coming
No one read the signs
The crash that could of been prevented
Went full force in front of their eyes
I guess I got too tired
Time to go home I guess
All the guessing with no certainly
No wonder I was in a mess
I can see me lying there lifeless
My jeans covered in blood
The paramedic trying to revive me
“It’s too late, her heart has stopped“
I watch the scene for a second
Before I drift away
Back to where I came from
To live another day -
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
Can someone turn off the heat?
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
How many times do I have to repeat?!
I’m sick
My house is on fire
Time for me to retreat
I’m sick
Back to my bed
Let the flames engulf my feet
Come soothe my soul while I take time to heal
Come dampen the fire around me
I’ve not the energy to be your muse
While my body cries sick so gently
It just wants holding while it weeps
Not the heat of the flames
It’s heavy with water leaked out from sky
Perhaps one pop will do wonders
Like a water balloon on a summers day
I can save my house by exploding
And off down the drain my water can run
Back to the river I was born in -
The inhale like the ocean waves gliding like satin across the shore
Her exhale a reminder of the rhythm
The earth, the moon and the mighty sun
The joys found within this prison
The plants that cool her blistering skin
The water that quenches her thirst
The tears that run down her happy face
When she’s reminded of what she loves most
The thoughts she has as she watches the world
Her cognitive intelligent brain
Far superior than her neighbours cat
Or the man sleeping on the train
The precious sleep she enjoys 7 hours a night
The woman that lies beside her
Watching the rise and fall of her chest
The doctors say it’s terminal inside her
How quickly everything fades away
The children, the family what-have-you.
Faced with a tumbling cliff
To the ocean where we found you. -
I’m still learning to unlearn
My hearts too full
I feel a burn
I wander between extremes of sorts
Belonging and abandonment
Torn between the pull and fall
The heart that contemplates it all
The woman that has seen the world
For the man who completes the mould
It’s hard to understand the pain
That doesn’t exist
Is this all in vain?
She closes her eyes and sees his heart
Lovingly torn apart
She knows not what to do
She knows her eyes long for you
The juxtaposed ideas wane
The tears subside and begin to drain
The sun returns and casts her glare
The love warms they return to share
The inner child they promised to hold
The love they defrost from the cold
I do not know where it goes
I fear for the love I show
If it’s too much I guess I lose
For honesty is all I chose
Poetry be my hidden centre
Brave begins this lyrical banter
Shakespeare gave Juliet her centre
A muse to devote her complicated heart
Her loving words, her form of art -
Forced are the angels into submission
The distant cries still heard today
The melancholy teardrops filling the raveens
Created the rivers in which our children play
Soaking in the water, drinking it up
Forgotten tales of what once was
Feeding fake history, dark and full of fear
The children breathe in the mist
Coating their lungs so they cannot breathe
But soon comes a twist….
The children one day will see a star
A bright shining light above
Curiosity will ignite that flame within
The one that had long been extinguished
The fire will melt their brittle hearts
Molten will mend the cracks
So with their reinforced love they take on an adventure
To find the source and strengthen their backs
So they can overthrow the darkness that made the angels fall
And become angels in their own right
Shine bright, sturdy and strong
Guide others with their light. -
Why hold me just to release me
Just as I’m about to learn to swim
Allowing me to drown for a moment
In hope that I will win
This battle we created for survival
But makes no sense at heart
The children left drowning
Emotionally torn apart
And all our lives we seek to find
The one who helps us swim
Seeking guidance from untouchables
Instead of searching within
Until we find our own strength
A fire bright inside
Breathing deep and standing firm
Holding that child who cried -
The weekend wasn’t enough
When her share was halved
She longed to stop time for a moment
Gaze at his face
Feel his warm embrace
The lump in her throat as he left
Scared by her feelings, she pushed him
Put on her mask and told a good tale
Stories she wrote
But honest she was not
For the story that hurt her was this one
Waiting on the sea she’ll find him
Once she finished her ship
But weak and unsure if she’ll make it
And perhaps another love he will meet
Unfinished and hidden went the story
Afraid she’d scare him away
Masked she slunk into the shadows
Feeling safe, the little sparrow was brave
Alas, she promised to be true
And love hard she does do
Bare all! Surrender to the universe
Whatever will be, will be
If her husband is meant to be waiting
Then waiting she will find he
If not, then just enjoy what is
Let go of what you cannot grasp
Allow the waters to settle
Hold her own heart in a clasp
Unable to stop her falling
She falls all the time
Clumsy she is with her feelings
But meh, it makes for good rhymes -
Don’t be an actor
But it’s what he became
To hide the melancholy
That leaked from his heart
His muse was that
And remember it he must
Sadness must leak
To the steel page and rust
Forever erode
Eternally create
The darkness that follows
The joy he recreates
Change the scene
Swap the players
The writer must fall
Into the madness
Stay in the moment
Feel it well
Breathe it in
Let the heart swell
Over and over
Never still
Like the tide on the shore
Or a shallow English well
Breathe it in
Let it go
The creators journey
He must let it flow -
The light dazzles and blinds her eyes
She squirms yet still edges forward
Her melancholy breath slow but stable
Burying deep her desperate cries
Yet no one sees her floundering state
The mask is well rehearsed
Her charisma a bellowing force
The audience far too late
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