Wednesday, June 19, 2013


I'm bored and weary, at times on the brink of insanity
Being this way for the longest time
Feeling desolate, despondent, and lost 
Feeling wretched and damned at a cost

I am locked in this small space
Enough for just me 
Not daring to scream out loud
As I whipped myself scarred

I long to break free from this cycle
This chokehold I'm in
I have only you to depend on
I have to be brave enough for us

I long to feel the sugary sand under my feet
Fill my lungs with clean, fresh air
Sense your warm touch caressing my pale skin
To flourish, to thrive, to feel so alive 

How long I have been frozen, I couldn't tell
I know I should stand on my feet
Take a step, perhaps two
Keep going, even if I stumble and fall

The door is open, inviting and alluring
Can I do it? Can I make it?

Sunday, June 9, 2013


Sadness, the world within my mind 
Twists and turns with flaming rage,
Fear, self-pity, blame and guilt
Isolate - spirit in a cage.

Fear will scratch the surface
Guilt shall consume my soul,
Blame eventually follows 
Self pity devours my whole.

Empty pages hold the future
Unaware what tomorrow brings,
Yet to feel the beauty of the day

Is what gives hope its wings.

Drink life from a half-filled cup
Swallow with dignity and pride,
Worth not measured by the exterior
But what lives and grows inside.

Surrender to a glorious sunrise
And shadows that may fall between,
For even within a droplet of rain
Magic and miracles can be seen ...

* When life faces with a illness and traumas we can shred our life to pieces. We face every emotion known. Sadness, anger, rage, fear, guilt, blame and perhaps even self pity.
These emotions will isolate us from the rest of the world. They zap our energy and steal our will to live. 
Until .... we decide they will not control us. There is a beautiful world out there ... and even though it is so hard to see it when we have illness and traumas. We must look deep within and find the strength to fight *

Sunday, June 2, 2013


My barren life
I could be wrong,
As I have always been.
Treading this less travelled path,
I have some unanswered questions within.
Some black and white memories,
Some wounded dreams.
Feels like.........
Dragging this body from centuries,
Tired of getting up after every hurdle,
I laugh with my eyes bleeding.
Can I get some rest? Some rest on your shoulder?
I could be alone,
As I have always been...........................