Tag: Lockdown

Sorrow.

Agony fire all over

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

Lump of coal?

I should have known better

Furnace

Before I emerged a fledgling.

Emerald City

I escape in words and poetry and swim across oceans of texts and passages. Soar through clouds of others’ dreams and realities.

Trauma.

I am grateful for my trauma. For my many traumas. Without them, I would not be able to appreciate the smaller things in life. The little glimpses of hope. The intricacies and layers of happiness. Even if experienced only for a moment. When replayed in your mind. Over and over. Can last a lifetime. Tonight…… Continue reading Trauma.

Creative writing

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc. The first entry in my new journal for creative writing x

Hunger.

I am hungry. Hungry for love. Starved of love. At arms length from a table full of love, piled high on plentiful platters. I have bounds of love to feed other people, but no one to share it with. No plates to polish clean. No food fights to intervene. No memories shared. No feelings felt…… Continue reading Hunger.