I Wished For You, Too

The years have been hard, A dullness, a dark room without any light. Hands always stretching out ahead, chasing, Everything always just out of reach. I thought of you when I needed some colour in the darkness, A flash of hope, of what I might one day find. I always had you in the back … Continue reading I Wished For You, Too

Dream Trip

'By the time I'm 30, I'll be recovered enough to go to New York.'  I lost years of my life to mental illness, with the hope of one day being able to recover - the one consistent thought being 'by the time I'm 30...' By the time I'm 30, I'll have recovered, faced my fear … Continue reading Dream Trip

…But Not Too Much

I decided I need to treat this place as though it is home because that is exactly what it is now. For the last couple of weeks, I have walked around and ventured to different areas without much thought. At home, I used to go out for a Pepsi, sit and relax and enjoy the … Continue reading …But Not Too Much

Hope

I had a jar of hopes - a literal jar that I would fill with small pieces of paper with my hopes written down. Today, the wind sent the jar flying and it smashed. All my hopes that I have not read since I wrote them down, scattered all over the floor. I have debated … Continue reading Hope

Reaching

You came to me as a bairn I reared you with such joy You forgave me my mistakes and loved me through my journey. By my side, you stayed, My shadow, gracious and true. A content gent, you grew to be As the years came to calm me, so they calmed you, too. Bursting to … Continue reading Reaching