Poetry (words)

Good night x

In every crowded room you fill my thoughts ❤️

Poetry (words)

It is what it is.

It is what it is, be it state of mind or aching heart. The scars left strewn over pages steeped with emotions. When falling is no longer an option, getting back up becomes key. 

I’m in the bath listening to Ben Howard. It is what it is. 

Poetry (words)

Beautiful space.

The dog rose shows its first buds, soon it will bloom into an archway of delicate pink. 

The bluebells beside the doorstep throw their perfume to the breeze. 

Dandelion clocks float effortlessly. More graceful than I’ve ever noticed. 

The lilac blooms under the blackbird’s song. Both so full of life.

Ivy entwined with the climbing rose clings to the brickwork, natures will at work.

The life that fills this space is more remarkable than I can ever comprehend. 

I am blessed to be here. In return I cherish and nurture it. Season by season. 

None of this is mine and as the tiniest of blue butterflies seeks a resting place I’m in no doubt that one day man’s greed will destroy the beauty its incapable of recreating, but for now this feeling belongs to me. 

Poetry (words)


Tonight I’m walking in the woods. No eggshells underfoot. Tonight I’m myself for the first time in so long. Turning away from all that’s wrong.

Tonight I’m allowing those who tried so hard a chance. To give them the ability to shine.
Tonight I’ll smile that smile and acknowledge those I pushed aside. 

Tonight I’ll be reckless. Caution caught on the cold night air.
Tonight everything I need remains the same, but everything I want will change. 
Tonight I exhale. 

Poetry (words)


I’m being kind to myself. No more looking back….that’s not the way I’m going. What’s ahead of me is more important than ever. Fresh eyes to welcome what’s coming and that hopeful heart beats just as strong. 

Unwilling  to be a victim nor a fool.  A sunny disposition to light the way.