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...”

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

Visceral 

Visceral love overtaking all senses...

Embers

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

Trust these hands 

Learning to trust one’s heart once again, not an easy endeavour

No rhyme

Who do you miss the most, and why? Write it down, express it, let it out...