It took three years and then some 

To pull me down 


Make me less than 



My impression is that 


It was all about him.

It took one encounter 

To lift me up 


Believe in me 

And see my smile

My truth 

My worth.

My impression is that 


It is all about us.


No Qualms

I’ve never, ever used the word ‘qualm’ before now, but I can hear my mother’s voice echoing in my ear. He / she has no qualms about lying or being deceitful or hurting people. Or whatever. 

Or perhaps I had no qualms in back-chatting and being cheeky? Which seemed to happen often. I always strived to have the last word. 

Qualm is totally a word my mother used to use. (Never heard my father use it).

Right up there with ‘knackered’.


Waterloo Station

We were lovers
We were friends
We laughed and
Also, we cried
When I mourned
Your arms comforted
Your gentle hands drying
The tears of my eyes
And then we said goodbye
With a final kiss I walked away
And when I see you now
We are nothing more than
Strangers passing by


A temporary joy 

Will never feed

A lost and thirsty soul.

For as the pleasure 

Fades and dies

A bleeding heart 

Will always cry.

A lasting peace

Is found inside 

Safe within  

A quiet heart.

Feel the love 

Tap into peace

And feed your soul


Bitter Pill

Tis a bitter pill
When mind overrules heart
And desires are denied

Tis a bitter pill
When two are at odds
And only one can decide

Tis a bitter pill
That my disappointment
Would be your delight

Tis a bitter pill
That at the start of every night
You are not here by my side


When painful words are truth

When mirrors do not lie

When weaknesses are exposed

When defenses do not stand

When everything we did and know

Only brought us to a place of

Harsh reality

Then the only way forward

Is alone