She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon. Infinities of thorns encircling her frame. Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence. She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen. Forever hidden. For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves. To be stripped of…… Continue reading The girl with technicolor pelt.
Tag: living
Chronic Illness
What do I gain in ‘sharing’ my pain? Not much at all That’s why I refrain I slip on that mask On myself I do task The pretence that I am the same Hold back my tears Ignore all my fears That one day incapacitation will reign My body My rock Forever in shock But…… Continue reading Chronic Illness
The ability to trust again.
I will not stand and promote something I cannot understand
Where The Wild Things Are
Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake
Sorrow.
Agony fire all over
Fight or Flight?
We all have within us the instinctual fight or flight response, and a tendency to lean one way or the other. Capable of both, however, depending on our nature we will have an inclination towards one more than the other. I am Flight. I have been running away my entire life. The first time I…… Continue reading Fight or Flight?
Lanterns
I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns
Servitude.
I never felt enough
All the time in the world.
If time were not a finite pleasure for our mortal selves, what would you do with it? I would learn every language there ever was, modern, historical, fantastical or nonsensical, and endeavour to create my own. Read every text ever written, starting with all the banished books. Study theology, philosophy, etymology, literature, sociology, history and…… Continue reading All the time in the world.
Contradictions.
Something I have never understood about myself is the seemingly nonsensical dichotomy of being paralysed by a last minute change of plans or alterations to a schedule, and the absolute enjoyment and liberation I feel when there is no plan at all. Today for instance. “We’re all going for a walk, we’ve been stuck inside…… Continue reading Contradictions.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 