Hopeless, heaving, havoc- wreaking, hateful, half-time happenings, so harrowing, have you any idea the hope that is lost, the ways I have lost, so many ways I was hoping to hop, to trot and to heave my belongings, my half of this world as it rots, the happiness happening but not, the haste in which…
I need to do something to stop my hands from shaking you could be the thing that stops my hands from shaking
I had never experienced survivor’s guilt until very recently. Today at work we had a Macmillan Coffee Morning to raise money for cancer support, and I figured the day was going to be hard. For the first hour I sat squeezing my stress ball trying to stop my hands from shaking. I don’t even know…
What am I doing with that look on my face? That pained expression that’s so hard to erase. What am I doing with this armful of feelings? Trying to put them down and decipher the meanings. What am I doing with this life all a-jumble? Watching it rumbling past with a grumble. I don’t want…
how the years have changed me. what if the best years of my life have been and gone already? In a way I wish I had never grown up.
I remember lying on my belly in the playground at six years old, grazed elbows and broken fingernails, trying to pick glistening stones out of their asphalt prison because I thought they were diamonds. There are a billion stars under our feet, twinkling in their icy garb, and so many people don’t notice them. These…
A poem a day doesn’t keep the bad thoughts away. It just replicates them on the page – but it’s better than letting them fester deep inside your brain.
I’m not going to spend long on this because I know this subject has been tackled a lot already – there are problems with the language around cancer – battle metaphors, and so on, which seem to imply that people who ‘lose the battle’ didn’t try hard enough, or that people with cancer can do…
Intermittent wails Sirens sing a shrill warning – Baby police car.
I am Pluto – I have been told what I am and what I am not. But I am not Pluto – My status is not dependent on what other people think of me. I am Pluto – I could be big and mighty but I’m made to feel small. I am not Pluto –…