Poem of the Month - October 2021

I clasped  
Onto my memories  
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy  
I couldn’t discard  
 
Played with them like a child  
Rebuilding a world  
Where I could smile again  
A sweet innocence I thought had died  
Now rekindled a reborn flame  
 
Often wondered where he went  
As the years rolled on  
His playfulness faded  
But he held on to my shadow  
Hoping I would remember him  
 
I clasp these memories tight  
For in them is me  
The true me  
The little boy who never gave up  
Unlike his adult version  
 
I hark back to those times  
Where each breath sparked imagination  
Fear had no grip on me yet  
I had the courage  
To climb and explore  
 
Age has battered me  
Tried to take he best out of my soul
Somehow I survived  
Maybe through the courage I had as a boy  
That never really left me

Such a beautiful woman
Shoulder length curly
Red hair
Sparkling emerald
Green eyes, yes
Reflecting the
Generosity of her soul
Great smile,
So full of life
Sensual lips welcoming you
And then with a twist of her wand
She quickly disappears
Behind a huge cloud of smoke

I love you, is the most sincerest and honest thing you can ever say to someone, when you mean it. I love you means I care about you, and your happiness; however, I don’t need you to find happiness.  
   
There are no fairytales for such things are only ever created through hard work, and self discipline. Life, isn’t for the faint hearted but you learn to navigate your way through it, whether you like it or not.    
   
People, will come & go and it is key not to cling to people or things for those things, are fluid like water. Be more like water, and go with the flow as life is a constant flow of experiential learnings, opportunities, choices, and lessons.    
   
When people show you who they are, don’t replace that view with rose coloured glasses. No point disappointing yourself from the head on collision that unfolds when those closest to you don’t live up to your expectations.    
   
You’re going to get hurt and join the rest of the walking wounded, it’s how you manage those situations that make you a better person than those who derive pleasure in seeing you stumble & fall.    
   
Intentionally or not.  
 
Tell people how you feel, then get some closure and keep moving forward for dwelling on other peoples shortcomings will manifest into something that makes you ill minded, literally.      
   
Even tell them to fuck off, you’ll be carrying less baggage for it. Don’t ever depend upon people who’ve let you down, for once is more than enough and makes you the fool, no one else.  
 
Stress, triggers the chemicals in your brain, and your whole being is compromised. And just as stress triggers the chemicals in your brain, so too does bliss.  
 
Find your bliss, and let it consume you, but know when to walk away from anything or anyone that’s toxic. That kind of poison will eventually manifest itself within the host of such.  
 
I want you to find the freedom that comes with exploring your inner landscapes, things that remain deeply hidden, so you might shine a light upon such things. Preferably, whilst you’re exploring & navigating untouched places, in the wild.    
   
Purely, for the sole purpose of healing any trauma that may have transformed & restructured your perceptions on the world around you, and how you interact with others.    
   
We don’t always see the beauty in collapsing the internal structures, however, paying homage to ones trauma to rebuild from the inside out, will ensure you don’t manifest such into a physical illness.    
   
Trauma, reframes the brain, in a way that can’t be reconfigured unless you deep dive, and start working on those things to release them.  
 
Love hard, and learn to know the difference between being loved, and being fucked. It will save you a lot of heartache, in the long run.
   
You can only self medicate for so long before realising it’s another burden to navigate. Even more so pertinent for those who’re prone to addiction, which is the majority of the population.    
   
It’s why we find comfort in whatever vice we choose, whilst consciously watching it ravish one’s being, entirely; mind, body and soul.    
   
It’s not wise to stand on the sidelines, whilst cheering on your own demise because life is short, and requires you to pay attention to detail.    
   
To every moment that ever made you feel something, more than unworthy, sabotaging yourself comes in many different ways but your own voice, is what manifests everything in your universe.    
   
Love life, and see the beauty that exists beyond the walls in which you cage yourself within.    
   
No one can hurt you when you know yourself better than those who behave shady, whilst proffering lies to those who know better.    
   
All you can do is pity the fools who question your integrity, and keep moving forward.

she incessantly ·
indescribably connects
with this battered heart