Poetry (words)

Lifes edges

You can polish something until you wear away the edges that made it spectacular. The splinters that showed vulnerability. 

Scars are the torn branches that tell us we’re still breathing. Tugs at the heart the ferocity of feeling. 

It’s always the roughness that relieves the itch. 

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The emptiness of perpetual motion. Always moving forward never taking the time. Striving ahead and ignoring the view. 
Hopeful heart. Remains hopeful. 
Goodnight x 

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Poetry (words)

Monday

I woke early after a pretty restless night. Always the same on Sundays in preparation for the first alarm of the new week and just one day off ahead.  Although bank holidays do come without management. Definitely a more relaxed feel on what is often my busiest day. 

Still dark and a tad nippy.  

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Poetry (words)

Anchor 

All the things I tried to show you are all the things you couldn’t see. Until you understand yourself you put the blame on me. There’s no mystery. 

I am bruised and I am angry, but my heart deserves much more. So I’ll step aside and seek a peaceful shore. 

There’s no excuse and it’s no use so I’ll stop trying. This safe harbour that I was anchored in…the knots are now untying. 

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Sunday


It’s so important to remain graceful even when people treat you badly, some people will push you to the limits just to watch you burn. I refuse to live a life governed by other people’s actions. 

I’m a little bit delicate this morning. Too much beer and a mother of a migraine last night. I’d written a poem for today, but I’ve scrapped that for now. Back to the drawing board….

The climbing rose looks incredibly healthy this year. It’s usually covered in aphids at this time, but for some reason it’s very clean and very green! Love how it clings to the brick wall. 

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