Midnight has struck and a new year is here A time for reflection the shedding of tears A chance to follow thoughts deep in the heart A time to embark on that brand new start Yet In the shadows of night where dreams are met A whisper resides, a promise unkept Words unspoken and feelings repressed Time to let go and test the best Yet Shows a path that’s still to come A whole new journey left to run Allow to embrace the power of yet And on it our hopes and goals be set Let there be no more regret Yet allows us never to forget

When the darkness flees and the night recedes The first light of day gently leads A golden glow begins to rise Dissolving mist beneath soft skies While the morning air is crisp and clean I stand entranced by this tranquil scene The scent of wet earth fills the air A gentle breeze plays through my hair. The sun slips free from clouds of grey, Chasing the moon’s soft glow away. It climbs the sky with steady grace, And warms the world in its embrace. A chorus of birds begin to sing, Music that makes the morning ring. The trees exhale their branches sway, Creaking softly to greet the day. This peaceful domain, pure and true, A timeless bond with natures view.

With the night comes darkness but also stars Close your eyes:is it dark or black? Both hold scars like the battle of wars, Do they lead forward, or pull you back? **All those millions of stars ** They pulse like blessings unseen **All those millions of scars ** They haunt where innocence has been. Soon the day is dark too **Only difference? No stars. ** Step back, take a clearer view Each shadow writes the memoirs. Too many storms rage inside, Which path should you take? It’s too late to run or hide- There’s far too much at stake. There’s no time to turn back **So take only the lessons. ** With the night comes the black But the stars are your blessings.

When the sun has set for me, Don’t cry—for my soul is free. Learn to love me in a different way; Even in absence, I’m here to stay.

Though out of view, I haven’t gone; Love lingers—it lives on and on. I’ve simply retired from your sight, Yet my presence fills the day and night.

Close your eyes and feel the breeze; I’m in the whispering of the trees. In the moon’s soft glow, its tender light, I’m the magic that blesses the night.

In every sunset, hear my song; With every sunrise, hum along. I’m woven into the earth and sky, A constant presence—you need not cry.

So, when I go, let there be laughter, Let joy echo now and after. Think of me as a playful sprite, Turning on stars in the middle of night. For I was here—amidst the strife, I have played this game of life, And in its beauty, I have won.

There are scars on my heart

That time cannot unweave. Once, I shaped each part, Thread by thread, I believed.

** I wove a pattern, delicate and true—** But it unraveled. Why did it come undone, too soon? On this lonely road I’ve traveled.

** What was the purpose?** For these scars that mark my heart. Left abandoned at the circus Of promises torn apart.

** They say you shouldn’t regret,** To learn from where you’ve been. But it was tangled from the onset, **Threads entwined on him. **

“May I?”He murmured sweetly Maybe so, I replied jokingly meekly Mother will be watching, busy as ever Making herself look bustling and clever Man up, I teased and don’t be a sissy Mother’s kind, but fathers tricky Mind his size and move with care Meet his eyes? Best beware Marshmallow he is not be quick Mean and fierce he won’t miss a trick Make it fast if it’s a kiss you’re after Mark my words he’ll chase you with laughter Many have tried, mistaking his might Mistaken his strength at sixty’s height Missing in action is what was said Maybe just maybe they are all dead.

The true nature, hidden behind a facade Lured in by a convincing act of fraud Beneath the surface Self worth had faded Controlled by affection, manipulated It was a battle of survival Tumbling like a leaf in a storm down a spiral No empathy-no mistake A deliberate act, no kindness fake You were not loved You were used. Used discarded pulled apart An empty shell a hollow heart But the truth, though bitter, can set you free Unraveling lies,you begin to see: You were never the pawn, never the fool Strength was inside, calm and cool Let love be real, let affection be true For respect and kindness belong to you Never settle, and don’t look back- You’re worthy of all that your heart lacks Real love will come, respect will stay And you’ll rise above on a brighter day Never settle, never bend For you deserve the best to the very end.

In the hush of the night I lay awake Captive in this large shadowy lake In the silence of this night Beneath the moon so bright The world around me sleeps in peace As the dark night hours start to increase Yet here I lie my mind not still Is it too late to reach for a pill? Time silently crawls As I watch shadows dancing on the walls The night is a canvas my thoughts the paint Colouring emotions without restraint The night whispers secrets into my restless head As I lay awake tossing and turning in my bed Longing for rest that seems miles away Trapped in the silence that comes after the day As dawn’s first light begins to creep I mourn the loss of sleep so sweet I rise with bags left under my eyes Greeting the day with such a disguise But when darkness falls I’ll try once more To drift beneath the velvet shore.

Scars that run deeper than the ocean Others only scratch the surface But all are reminders of threads once broken Of pain that genuinely hurt us As we spin on this wheel of emotion From fear to ecstasy, gloomy to despair A place where the soul is woven As threads once broken are now repaired Fought through the storms but still unbroken Moving forward despite what others say Carrying wounds too deep to be spoken Heart ache no longer leading the way Strength and hope Now guiding each day Every scar tells a tale unique They remind us of the path we tread Of all the memories that we speak And of all the tears we’ve shed The stories in our scars define A truth that’s woven Through every line.

Tipping Points

My life is a never-ending story of choice—
Should I stay in this room,
where the walls press in like they know my thoughts,
or walk out, disappear into the street's blind chaos?
Do I tell him, with words that feel like stones,
or let him learn the hard way,
like watching a ship sink from the shore?
Will I hold on to that last word we shared
or leave it behind like a coat I don’t need anymore?

Am I brave enough to push the button,
release the pull,
and watch as everything collapses inward,
my world shrinking to a point of no return—
a black hole, dragging even light
into its endless mouth?

Wish I knew the best thing to do.

If I thought like him,
I’d turn away without a second glance,
shrug it off like it’s nothing at all.
But I don’t carry that weightlessness,
I carry the heaviness of every choice.
I’m not like him—
I stop and break things open,
I overthink until it all makes sense.
I am me—
the one who weighs every word,
the one who feels the universe tip,
even in silence.