At the water’s edge we sat
After the sun had dropped
Far beneath its surface
He pulled me close
I felt his lips
Just him and I
Blessed by a watchful
Sydney moon
Category poetry
New Paths
It’s amazing how the universe knows just what we need
That in some unexpected surprising manner, twists and turns will pass our way
Spin us till from dizziness we drop
And after we are back on our feet
A new path opens that was never there before
Depression and Migraines
Long term readers of my blog will know that I have suffered migraines for many years. I have been getting headaches and / or migraines every single month for at least the past twenty years or so (except during my two full-term pregnancies).
But for the past two months I have had no migraines at my regular time. I started light anti-depressant medication towards the end of March. So far I have not missed a day.
So I can see from my personal experience, that there does seem to be a link between depression and migraines. Even insofar that they can perhaps be treated by the same medication.
I feel like I have been given a new life. I am feeling positive. I am obsessing less. I feel strong enough to make career decisions.
On the downside, my poetry is diminishing. It is evaporating from my mind. I put this down to my decrease in obsession. My mind is ruminating less, and therefore less poetry.
However, I see this as a positive thing!
Romance
The image is a poem in itself
Ponderings
I imagined he would turn around
Right there in the middle of the Sydney Harbor Bridge
Return to me and whisk me off my feet
Tell me I am beautiful and everything he had ever dreamed of
I can taste his lips
I can see his eyes
Imprinted on my flesh
Anyway, I digress.
Did it happen? Did he turn around. Did he return to me
Did he whisk me off my feet
Triggers
My triggers are being fired off
Left, right and friggin centre –
And I actually don’t give a fck
wounded
a wounded piece of me refuses to
heed to my encouragement and be
healed, like a pupping chasing a ball,
so my wound returns again and again
returns to pain, returns to be felt
to hurt, to prolong my suffering
and so I allow it to be
knowing that a wound over time
will eventually
harden into
a scar
Defiled
Your fake smile makes me shudder
Boiling water is not hot enough to wash me clean
Your eyes met mine and instantly
I was defiled
Lightness
There is a certain lightness that is felt
When heavy somber clouds break apart
And soft gentle rays start to shine through
Tomorrow’s Promise
I question decisions past
And empathize with the duress
Under which they were made
If I could do it all again
I would love that child
In so much pain
It will never be washed away
But we can be glad
That tomorrow promises
A brand new day
Poems and Petals 