This is all the time I have.The rest of my time is stolen away.I am timeless.I am a half-life, half-asleep,blog-posting through a blur of fatigue.My edges are unclear. My face a smear as I slide down the glasslooking out at those with lives.Wondering how they capture timeand make it bend.
Category Archives: My Poetry
Twenty
for twenty years (and nine months) I have loved youfor twenty years (and nine months) I have held you close to my heartour love is now measured in decades!decades of laughter, worry, joy, fear, LOVEand though you are a man nowyou are always my baby boya six foot baby boy with a beard,but still myContinue reading “Twenty”
Awakening
Nature is awakening. Heartbeats quicken, Wings quiver, Leaves unfurl and flowers stretch Their necks into the light. They were never gone. They were just waiting For their moment. And hope springs once more. Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Awakening.
Hermit
I am a hermit, curled tight in my shell. Face pressed into the warmth of my creativity. I cannot rise above perpetual pain to be your beacon in the night. The world is larger than my mind can stretch. You will move beyond to the stars.
Early night
light diffused through thin curtains muscles burn, bone weary not-even twilight as I wait for sleep just another day just another way in which I struggle to live fully, widely foolishly hoping for respite endlessly pushing onward towards some invisible goal because that’s just what you do, right? just keep moving until moving is noContinue reading “Early night”
Then and now
I held you in my arms exhausted but triumphant a tiny baby grown in me each feature perfectly formed the overwhelming wonder the rush of protective love the fearful anticipation what now? Now looking up as you tower over me how did those years pass so fast? I can no longer rock you in myContinue reading “Then and now”
18 years
18 years ago I was right here A different person But the same me I was breathing I was terrified Realising my life was about to change The fear The thrill The pain I didn’t know it would be hours yet But I knew it was time It was all beginning And everything would change
Nothing More
I would appear To be nothing more Than a list Of ailments Existing In frown lines Yearning for slumber
mourning
curling up in a chair feet tucked under book in hand running up the stairs in a rush with springs in my feet sleeping all night rolling over and stretching long and wide waking refreshed and full of life scrambling up a muddy bank hanging precariously from a branch while getting that shot bending toContinue reading “mourning”
Spring will come
When I’m feeling down, when all I can see is endless pain and weariness, I try to remember this. spring will come Regardless of what is going on right now, however bleak it may look or feel, things can and will change. Spring will come. Each year new life does return and that gives me optimismContinue reading “Spring will come”
