Tag: hope

June 9th, Britain 

Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends  And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my…

Take your time

There is no limit On the love I can give On the help I can send On the words I can say. My heart may wane But like the dark moon It is always there Beating its energy For those that need it. So…

Mother’s Day

Mothering Sunday. Shortly after international women’s day. Does it go without saying that I long for the day when we don’t need a special day to remind us that women are amazing? Because, and this is hard for some feminists to swallow, some women…

The Measure Of…

“Back again so soon.” It’s a statement of the obvious which I’m surprised at; Moriarty doesn’t seem to have a need for unnecessary words. “Indeed.” I agree. “It’s good to see you again. Everything is much the same I presume?” He looks genuinely floored;…

Storm Moon

Storm moon coming Beating at the door Tempers are a raising Mood drop through the floor Hard times over Starvation ain’t the kill Hearts running hungry Stagnant water standing still Voices louder No one asking why Anger comes from the gut Emptiness from the…

Sorrow

Sometimes sadness is so profound, it almost becomes a physical object. When it has a weight to it, and carrying it is not only emotionally tiring, but bodily exhausting. The backpack of sorrow, dragging shoulders and chin down, and straining the back; straps of…

Bad Dream

Niggling gnawing gnats That bite and suck 
On confidence and self assurance
 Taking away your 
“Doing the right thing”
 Gobbling up your 
“All for the best”
 Morning shrieks that crumble
 All defences; walls and banks 
And rushing through the 
Black and wet 
Is thankless
…

Circle

Circle we dreamedSeen in a haze“One of these days…”We banished that phrase Circle we sawIn places we’d beenThat made us feel keenTo make what we’d seen Circle we drewGuidance from pastWe need it to lastSo steady, not fast Circle we builtStone out of sandSprouts…

Forgiveness

Sometimes I really struggle with being a forgiving person. In my formative years, I was a bit of a doormat and gave people chance after chance. Unfortunately some of those people, now no longer in my life, did not deserve those chances, and I…

Grey

It’s my Wednesday (Monday, urgh) again and it’s decidedly grey today. Grey sky, still heavy with rain- 60 hours of non stop rain since I returned from camp at the weekend. Rivers and becks and streams so swollen and people in fear for their…