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Poem: Land of Inbetween – 30/01/21

Overwhelmed,
called away from the line of duty,
what do I recall?
What is there to own as mine?
Treasures of memories from a trove.

Responsibility must be taken,
I can encompass my decisions as a whole,
the knowledge that I’m assisting,
even in small increments,
helping growth.

Of course, I cannot change others’ weaknesses,
I cannot control their reactions and commotions,
that is one left for the yearbook,
something to reflect upon during the consideration of the
year’s cessation.

They can and will either learn to sink or swim,
I cannot make the decisions for them,
only self-advocacy,
support,
and aiding achievements,
the look upon their faces when having gained a success,
the lilt in their voices when they’ve grown and a future’s been seen,
now that is something to cherish,
the first sign of the land of Inbetween.

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January 30, 2021

Poem: A Timely Smile – 28/01/21

This smile, she is timely,
she has arrived well and alive,
with her presence her owner will revive,
feel stronger,
amazing,
and whole.

There were calls for her demise,
suffocations of her interior,
breath caught in her lungs,
catching at the escape,
wishing for the air never to be free nor fly,
but now, a rapid sigh of relief,
a time of kingly brightness and benevolence
as a hand reaches out to warm and caress.

The air no longer is dry, dead,
nor stale,
but the validity of her smile is it’s alive
for all to see:
we can see those teeth flash bright for miles and miles.

And the succinct fact is the woman’s happy,
she doesn’t need to be given this or that to be lively,
she is creating her life as priority,
her satisfaction as part of her personality,
she’s no longer reaching out to all as an anomaly,
wishing to appeal or appease,
no, those moments begged for her to leave.

She wasn’t required,
she wasn’t necessary,
but she is enough, enough,
she calls freely,
a triumphant self-awareness of her worth and truth,
there’s no cause for her persistence to be belittled,
for between those days and now there is
much mental and physical distance to view.

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January 28, 2021

Poem: Breaking News – 27/01/21

The journey is almost over,
the pain, the suffering, the ailing,
all to be washed away from the nights and the mornings,

the bravery is there to be seen,
highs and lows, during so much time,
she’s been stoic throughout it all,
the therapy has not seized her courage,
or taken away her positivity,

she’s been fighting and carrying on
throughout what has sometimes been a struggle,
demonstrating her resilience and capabilities.

Today’s the second last session,
she has strength within,
she has power throughout,

the flushing of medications promises
one more attendance
to be borne with a grin,

I am proud of her quiet resolve,
and with this illness
she has demonstrated the ability to combat the ill emotions,
upsets and suffering,
her coping strategies long ago set into motion,
brightness in moving forward and re-focussing.

She will walk away from this time with her head held high
knowing she’s combatted this illness as though
it’s barely stopped her,
hardly stalled her in her tracks,
hardly sent her life awry,

she’s been able to fight through the side effects,
has kept herself busy,
has remained hopeful,
even when she was feeling so poorly and weak,
she approached it with the hope of a new tomorrow.

And I know that when she strides away from that seat
that final time,
triumphant in heart, body and mind,
she will feel oh, so fine
that she’s combatted this
in the best way she could have handled it,
my gracious mother of mine.

We await the opportunity to celebrate this milestone,
hers and our relief together in due time.

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January 27, 2021

Poem: The Girl in the Red Dress – 07/01/21

Glaring, inquiring eyes
inspecting through shopfront windows,
what is it you seek?
The girl in the crimson dress with white seams,
is it she you are trying to find,
do you desire her to speak?

On edge,
percolated by excess caffeine,
anxiety rising,
scenes perhaps more than what they seem,
to her, everything seems suspicious,
laden with layers of notions and commotions
and terribly haunting dreams.

Pressure is rising,
shall there be a toast of prior predilections?
Fight back the sleepiness of the morning,
troupe around the neighbourhood,
exercise and voices cheerily ringing?

Stress, cortisol, tremors,
won’t they be resolved?
That feeling of edginess that screams
so insipidity loud?

Those pinpointed eyes as they pass within an
expression of menace,
the power of intimidation,
she will acknowledge the look no more,
to her, the forced inattention will make it less,
she will not lock eyes with that stranger,
there is not need for that physical test.

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January 7, 2021

Poem: Fields of Colour – 02/01/21

Ink and colours swirl and fly,
admirably they meld into the other,
watch our joy multiply.
There’s not a moment too soon
when we can reach into the stars,
colours, outlines, so fantastical,
we can hardly believe them ours.

I know that these hues and shades
might not be here forever,
but I appreciate and accept,
allow them to provide my eyes pleasure
and favour while I introspect,

I know not their meanings to you,
but to me they are plentiful,
wholesome,
vivid, true,
here’s what I’ve planned,
I know not what with the colours
you plan to do.

Be delicate with them,
I chide but smile,
wonder not,
the colours will remain for a long while,
the moment of truth is when
decisions are made with great charms,
wondering, and wandering,
into fields of open arms.

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January 2, 2021

Poem: Delicate – 01/01/21

Perhaps some are meant to be
apart for a while,
to allow distance and the ability for
truth to no longer be real.

Imagination reigns without truth,
what is that person seeing, feeling,
what will they do,
thoughts of them, I should really be
immensely and measurably through.

Delicate interventions,
reaching out in a moment,
wondering is no longer wondering
because now there’s an
ability to slightly see,

Are there differences to be observed,
are they selective,
there to be heard?
I know there are some changes,
waiting to be discovered and learned.

Brightened are they,
with each moment they are heard,
loneliness could have overwhelmed,
must have caused great dismay,

but I must tread delicately,
not flit around too flashily or fancily,
too much attention drawn could cause cracks to be seen and
cause future suffering.

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January 1, 2021

Poem: Solitude – 17/12/20

A little bit of freedom,
a nice hot cup of tea,
or a long black, milk served on the side,
soon to be enjoyed by little old me.

Wandering around and around,
little sights to be appreciated,
to be seen,
things we took for granted
once upon a time,
now appreciative I am,
and I’ll continue to be.

But things are different,
they’re somehow not the same,
I can’t change what’s occurred,
the situation cannot be tamed.

So, I wander,
and I think,
and I tell myself,
don’t reminisce,
because it’ll only cause things
internalised to leap out from within.

There are things that shan’t be
spoken of,
there are things which can be thought of well,
because,
there were times when
happiness was surrounding,
like a bubble, laughter like a potion,
not poison but intoxicating,
it’s now in the past,
the solution diluted into a salty ocean.

I wander the areas where light footprints
were tracked many times,
from favourite stores,
to favourite shops,
joy and widened eyes,

“Look at that!” I’d exclaim,
“Look at this,” I would call,
“and here,” I would point,
my words no longer listened to at all.

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Poem: Open Heart – 04/12/20

Opening my heart
a little more today,
I’ll allow access to this
beating organ,
I’ll share this with you,
I may.

I searched high and low
for the possibilities,
for the answers to my conundrums,
but the fact of the matter is,
we only experience,
and learn from the moments.

I sit beneath the moonlight
all alone,
and this is strangely the way that
I like it,
solitude is calming,
being on my own is strengthening,
I feel somewhat whole,
contemplation is beckoning.

It allows me to soften,
not harden,
unlike when I was in company and had to alter
my personality,
pandering,
assuming another type of identity,
how had I allowed this to happen to me?

Finally feeling the freedom,
opening my heart a little more
each day,
it peeks and winks through the
gap in my chest and then suddenly,
I’m exposed entirely,
unknowingly,
and it doesn’t scare me at all,
hope and light are shining my way.

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Poem: Together – 27/11/20

Joyous moments, so precious becomes,
the stars, the stars, fall as though little dying suns.

I know, I know,
it’s been troublesome to make it through,
but goodness sakes I’ve done so with truth.

Looking forward to the future but settling in,
enjoying present moments
with my dearest kin,
we smile and chat,
we’ve been apart for so long,
we are loved by one another
and being together shows how much
we get along.

I am mesmerised by our fluidity,
how easily we meld together as a whole,
a type of anonymity,
and now,
oh now,
we will celebrate our togetherness wholeheartedly,
there are only smiles, no frowns.
love eternally abounds.

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Poem: The Butterfly – 19/11/20

The butterfly, with her wings so wide,
carries no weight of the world upon her mind.
She is here for but the blink of a moment,
her beauty is there, she shows it,
and within our hearts,
we observe her growing love for her wandering times.

She does not know the shortness of her lifespan,
maybe she does and does not show it to us,
the common woman or man,
she just flits here and there,
carefree, without concern,
she’s here, she’s there,
with such grace and flair,
love for her beautiful world,
she careens about without a care.

For her, things aren’t complicated,
it’s all about the flight,
the joy,
upon the wind, the ride,
and her amazement at seeing,
feeling,
something so freeing upon the horizon.

She is delicate but so too is she strong,
understand that first impressions aren’t
necessarily wholesome truth,
within she is flamboyant,
you dared assumed otherwise?
You were entirely wrong.

She has blessed your world with her presence,
danced about within your vision,
brightened your world if but for a moment,
my darlings,
remember her,
her heart and intentions are potent.

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