Ambition

A spark has been lit

The candle that lay hidden in the dark 

I feel it flicker 

I feel it burn 

I feel the light 

And I know that from here

The flame will lead the way 

Hopefully Soon

I hoped and prayed and wished and tried to force the change I so desperately needed

It was all to no avail

My feeble attempts bore no fruit 

In the end all I needed to do was wait 

Wait for him to cross my path 

Wait for him to magically appear

He has crossed my path

He has magically appeared 

And I cannot wait 

To see him again 

Sydney Moon

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

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!

 

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