Awaiting Winter springs softly - candyfloss snow on the green lily bulbs beneath.
Hurts, Doesn't it? On the war-path to discipline her son, she fell To an orange Lego
Sometimes when my soul hurts, I think of little miracles- Of bumblebees and butterflies, hummingbirds and roaring lions. My weary heart rests at the promise of tomorrow, The sunshine brightest on the tips of snowy mountains; Whelmed I place my fingertips on small things- The grainy sand beneath my feet, the coarseness of the gravel, … Continue reading A Universe of Possibilities
I am a story in search of a purpose.
Many people have probably discovered that being soft spoken has more drawbacks than benefits.
Lord Above, thank you for watching over me, when I am losing my way, My soul hurts sometimes, far worse than my bones, I cannot think, I cannot seem to feel whole again Yet, when I get down on knees to pray, You listen. My thoughts spill over, my soul pieces itself back together, You … Continue reading Lord Above: A Prayer
My happiness is my own and no one else's. I'll hold on to my dreams without losing my senses. I'm dragging through the dirt, But I am counting the stars. I'll fall apart and break, I'll build myself stronger, Until one day, I will look back at my wake, in awe and wonder. … Continue reading Note to Self
Here's a poem I wrote recently about a person's introspection of their physical beauty: I am Beautiful, aren't I? I have symmetric eyebrows and perfect teeth, My nose is set right at the middle, I have tiny nostrils, even when I breathe. My lips are smooth, full and shapely, They can be any colour … Continue reading How are You?
Break ups are never easy, but never compromise on your integrity by staying where you are disrespected. Here's a poem with a similar story: Take Two Heartfelt and joyously misled, We met again at the wedding. You frowned, I scowled, It was a moment we'd both been dreading. How was I to know … Continue reading My first poem on this blog
The Jovial Writer 