All is not as it seems

Small candle

The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve...”

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The performance

A stage set for a play illuminated in red

Are you living your life as you want to? Or just following a script neatly typed up for your convenience?

Fog

Writers block sometimes feels as if your brain is swimming in thick murky fog

Unexpected, unsolicited, relentless…

I wrote this post on 29 January 2017, but never published it, it was too raw, too difficult for me to read back, let alone to allow it to be read by people out there in the ether of the online world.  I have done a lot of personal healing and growing since this very bleak day earlier this year, so now I feel I am ready to let it go and allow others to see the raw emotions that made me write it in the first place.

Shadows

Despite loss, pain and grief, life is to be lived...

Lurch

How do we know certainty? How do we know what is real? Poetry to get you thinking...

Embers

A poem to a special person who has learnt to read me

Patchwork 

Have you woken up to a truth you didn’t want to believe?

Home

Where is home for you?

Lurking 

Sometimes in life the light at the end of the tunnel guides you, sometimes it blinds you...