The grief monster has reared its head once again, grabbing me by the throat, pinned me to the wall, saying: “you will grieve…”
Are you living your life as you want to? Or just following a script neatly typed up for your convenience?
Writers block sometimes feels as if your brain is swimming in thick murky fog
Visceral love overtaking all senses…
A poem to a special person who has learnt to read me
Learning to trust one’s heart once again, not an easy endeavour
Who do you miss the most, and why? Write it down, express it, let it out…