Delicate

My heart tears

For every whip

That lashed

Across tender

Skin

My eyes well

For every slice

That cut

Across delicate

Layers

I cry

For every time

I made myself

Worth less

Illusion

Without the magic
Of the highest highs
And the lowest lows
The waiting, anticipating,
Hoping, thrilling
To be remembered
To be kissed
To be loved
Each day morphs into night
Each night morphs into day
My life is without light
My heart is without hope
My flesh is without fantasy
And the most powerful magic is
Illusion

He’s Gone

He’s lost to me –

My heart is as empty as

An ever-expanding hole of

The blackest space

He is dead to me

And yet my mind cannot comprehend

My flesh cannot accept

My dreams cannot understand

That he is gone from me

And never coming back

Scammed (nearly)

So Buddy and Molly are not joining our family, because there is no Buddy or Molly, I was nearly scammed. Fortunately my alarm bells rang soon enough to investigate more, and welcome to the world of pet scamming. 

Lessons learnt, and I will be adopting from an animal shelter.

Happy Pills

Day 10, I am hoping to stabilize and elevate my daily moods. Am still very despondent, and my mind obsessions are still playing out. 

Am not sure how having a stable mood will affect my writing. For years I have been on an emotional rollercoaster, many downs and ‘very downs’, not many very highs, though sometimes I have been ‘okay’. The ‘very downs’ seemed to spark writing in me. But also perhaps contributed to ruminations, and the continual feeding of my unhealthy thought patterns.

This past week I had a small success at work. In amongst all my failures. I sold myself to a client who is needing assistance in another state. They have requested that I assist them from the 1 May. I may have oversold myself. Something that doesn’t happen very often! 

Wily Charms

Take me naked
Take me dressed
Take me anywhere
The way you like best

Take me wild
Take me free
Unlock the desires
In the woman you see

I’ll be yours
I’ll open my arms
I’ll submit myself
To your wily charms

Victory Ahead

Another day
Of a finite count
Washed downstream
To an endless ocean

Past behind
Mystery ahead
Edging forward to
A certain victory

Rejection

I have no point to prove
Wish there was more to say
Or even more to share
But I have no words
To say to you

The hurt runs deep and wide
Like blood flowing through my veins
It never goes away
I’ve learnt the lesson
Will live to tell