Life

  • There She Was

    Boom. Like a strike of light through the sky, there she was. After so long, staring into the empty space ahead, wishing to go back to the safety of her silence. It hurt to speak. Too deep, she ran, her… Continue reading

  • Flowers

    They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading

  • Drawing

    Every spare moment I have is spent drawing. It is an obsession. An itch that will not go away, no matter how vigorously I scratch it. It is all a great mystery, this creative road I travel. Art has been… Continue reading

  • My Heart

    My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place. I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.… Continue reading

  • Sad

    I’m sad tonight. To write is the only pill I have. I heard some news today that broke my heart, and here it is in my hands as I stand beside the world and become the sky. Empty as the… Continue reading

  • Let It Become

    It is a softness that wanders the fields with me. Everywhere I go, it is there, sending me off on my uncertain way. Sometimes, I feel like a small bird, left to battle the raging storms of life. I do… Continue reading

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • Quietly Contemplating

    I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me. Where am I going, and who am I? So much of… Continue reading

  • A Quiet

    There is a quiet, here. My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.… Continue reading

  • Enough

    I am only me. I am only here in this small body, with this small, helpless voice calling out. I reach out to hold them in pain, while others seek to tear them down. What are we doing, in the… Continue reading