Villanelle – Conflict

There are so many things that I wish to doyet it feels like my life does not belong to me,for I am forever waiting on a forgotten cue. While residing in my nest which was never newI longed to stray from my confines and be free;there are so many things that I wish to do.... 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 →

Personal Blog: Over Reacting

The Following is an extract from my Personal Log: Unknown Date (Between 06.09.14 - 12.04.15) I overreact to things. I already knew this about myself. But… For the first time in the longest time, I had a dream which I remember. I received a gift from an old family friend, a calendar with precious pictures... 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 →

Sonnet: Hear the Silence

Sometimes the silence is too difficult To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge It can be filled, but it always returns Every return harder to filter.   Each time that you are forced to acknowledge, That the only voice, for that you listen, Is the voice you must accept, you cannot Hear again, as it... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: A Family in Need

I seem to sleep when I should be awake, I dream rather than live reality. Unconsciousness offers me amnesty, From duty, and the decisions I make   One after another. I fear a break, In our relationship. I disagree, And so I must fight you to guarantee My family get all that they can take.... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: Goodbye Mother

The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality.   From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →

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