Zanze: Moving Forward

Am I moving forward, or not? This question is hard to answer I thought I knew, but I forgot Indecision feeds like cancer. Am I moving forward? Have I been left behind? Must I travel towards, A goal I’ll never find. Am I moving, Or standing still? Disapproving; An iron will. Am I Left here... Continue Reading →

Free Verse: Why I Write II

The most annoying thing About being a writer Is that unless you write, You cannot really consider Yourself to be a writer. I usually write Everything I do At least five or six times In my head Before I ever try To commit to paper. Invariably, This means that a lot Of information Lives in... 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: The Truth

It's hard To be honest with yourself, When the truth Comes from a painful place. I am unhappy. I have been For a very long time. I have repressed For so long the things That I find difficult. And now that I have Acknowledged this truth, I cannot ignore it, Any longer. Too long already... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Struggle

One of the hardest things I have to do, Is admit when I am finding it tough. I would rather struggle ever onward, When life gets harder, or when feeling rough.   If I stop, I may throw in the towel Giving up not just the worst, but the best Of me. I feel as... Continue Reading →

19th May 2017

One year ago today, I was at the very beginning of a mental breakdown that led me to write this. I shared it on Facebook at the time, but the words seem so powerful still that I wanted to share them again. This time as a reflection, and a reminder of where I have come... 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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