may i have strength in my vulnerability.
does it feel heavy or light?
will you sit in silence with me?
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…”
Choice. Both a blessing and a curse. Privileged to have choice. Privileged to be able to make choices. Taunted by thoughts of the road not taken. Haunted by thoughts of you.
Some short musings of creativity that are bouncing round my head…
You will see me- if you look closely- in the darkness amongst the stars.
First and foremost, I need to look after me.
Are you strong enough?
Fight or flight?
What are you missing out on by letting your fear(s) rule you?
Take the leap.
Let’s fall in love,
even if it drives us mad.
“Let’s fall in love?”
“Even if it drives us insane?”
“I would rather sit in insanity with you than be sane without.”
For some poetry is the place to be
from the prism we have found ourselves in
the unrelentless blurring
of the lines
between reality and the alternate world(s)
A world that is scourged with
but what we often fail to see
as we fall aimlessly is the beauty
the beauty of this earth, this home, this being
The unspeakable woes
The unstoppable boughs
Of the branches of our being
of our being
Watch it sprout
Our human need of being.