I thank me…

A woman far more wise than I once said (and I may be paraphrasing slightly, it was a long time ago!): “the only stories we can totally truthfully tell are our own”. Now, you can pull that every which way …

Life

I nearly died again, you know – Bloody glad I didn’t! Too much still I want to do For life to be an isn’t. Remarkably I’m in one piece, Though bits of me are two, And other parts now wired …

Thunked

It doesn’t do, you know, to let her out, that quiet girl inside, she cries too much. The other one, though, she is warrior, she is strong, and yet, she fights too much. A soldier weary A thinker thunked Be …

Enough

I am angry, so very angry. I cannot fix this, fix you. I weep, bitterly. You want to die. You say that your life is a failure, no longer worth living. You want it all to end. You say you …

And yet I rise

I catch me, with gentle arms yet strong I rescue me, with forgiveness yet truth I calm me, with soothing whisper yet firm I rest I rise I am still very muddy