Free Verse: Chaos

I feel like Everything is happening All at once. I can’t tell If the chaos Is abnormal, Or if it is just life? Trying to find “The new normal.” Was there ever A ‘normal’ to begin with? Unanswered questions Far surpass, those to which I can answer with any certainty. I seek clarity, Yet am... Continue Reading →

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Free Verse: Honourable Intentions

I have very little to say That I haven't already Said before. I cannot think straight. Cannot focus On anything Besides the darkness. I am lost. I am lost. I am looking For something I do not know. I tried to explain Why I hated my job And I couldn't. You see it's not the... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Why I Write

I write For all the wrong reasons. I have So much within me That I want to write, But never feel able To transfer to paper. When I am at my best I throw myself Into all things Which require it, Leaving no time For something As trivial as writing. When I’m busy Writing feels... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Who I Am

I lie, to no-one But Myself. Honesty, harder Than most other things I choose not to write, Not because I have no inspiration But because I am afraid. A lack of desire To open up Even if just to myself. The introspection which comes From limitless creativity Can overwhelm A chaotic mind. Happy Yes, I... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: A Mother

A daughter, sister, friend and a lover, She was all of this before a mother. From a child she became a woman grown Her precious time was rarely spent alone.   Inherently passionate and caring, Above all else she was kind and sharing, Of her love, her time and all she could give, Through the... Continue Reading →

Passion

Written on Sunday, 13 May 2018 I still can’t shake a feeling that has consumed me for a while. It is a sense of impending doom. Dread which lies in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me from the inside out. I live the life I have so far lived, as but a dreamer would.... Continue Reading →

Purpose

I feel trivial. I used to consider myself a specialist in my field. I used to believe that what I did had an impact. Today I spent an hour at work cutting paper and glueing the work of children onto it. Work that will perhaps adorn a wall for the next six weeks before being... Continue Reading →

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