But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
Tag: poetry
Reality Revisited: Fool’s Gold (by Evee)
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Merry Christmas to the Grievers
Your grief is seen and felt, even at the time of the Christmas spirit and when all is merry. You are seen. You are heard. Your loved one, nor you, is forgotten.
Reality Revisited: Insomnia
I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.
As Told By Christopher
I got to thinking about that and realised the poem with the experience is about enigma.
As Told By Tara
Every time someone asks you what you need, you’re reluctant to share.
Because when you do, they question that decision.
As Told By Ivor Steven
Our true love ran deep
Cascading over hidden rocks
September Recap!
In case you missed anything from October…
As Told By Aly Kat #2
How does life continue
When your loved ones
Time is done?