Why do some people ask if you’re ok Then turn on their heels when you say you’re not great It makes you feel like it’s all in your head Or that they really don’t care, they’re not really friends

So mostly I lie & say everything’s fine But the turmoil is real that boils in my mind The weight of the burden I constantly hide Crushes and withers the woman inside

But I still carry on, though sometimes it’s hard Because the remnants of me, still beat in my heart So, I’ll try to walk tall, won’t curl up and die The instinct is strong, to live, to survive!

A Robin spoke to me in my dreams last night It told me to be strong and to continue to fight To be kind to myself and to others around me To appreciate this life, and strive to be healthy

A rainbow appeared through the rain clouds today A spectacle of colours on a backdrop of grey Through the sun and the rain it majestically unfurled With a sprinkle of both we can light up our world

A feather floated down while I sat outside From a blue empty sky, no bird was in sight It was white and pure, from my Angel above I know she is watching, and guarding me with love

When a loved one has passed, it seems so surreal Through the range of emotions we inevitably feel But when the fog clears, and you have clearer vision They are talking to us, we just have to listen.

Not one person noticed the pain in his eyes Not one person cared as they hurried on by Not one person stopped to see if he was ok No one could know his fear and dismay

Never before had he felt so alone No friends to comfort, the street now his home No warmth of a fire, or a kindly hug No evening meal, he just had no luck

Not one person saw the rags on the floor Not one person paused, they chose to ignore Not one person saw the last tear in his eyes Not one person noticed this man as he died.

My heart bled for you again today In a haze of purple it billowed Out towards the sky, across the fields Swirling through the clouds Unstoppable in it’s pain While I stood and watched Sheathed by my umbrella And a tear rolled down my cheek If sadness were a colour It would be purple ☂️💜

She has no shame or hint of guilt As she dances through her field of death Macabre in her carefree sway Swathed in her cursed black dress

She treads a path of murdered souls Shrouded heavily in tangled lace A satanic lacy mask of death Caresses the darkened evil face

But beneath that calm composure And the blackened heart within She yearns to break the shackles That bind the eternity of sin

So gloved in white, her hands release Two doves, she sets them free. She watches as they soar with hope Like feathers in a breeze

She teeters on the precipice As freedom rings its bell Till Satan’s bloodied hand appears And drags her back to hell.

Time stopped for me that November day But the world carried on instead While little shards of delicate ice Filled the void inside my head

The weeks have passed and I’ve tried to find The warmth to thaw my mind But the cold and emptiness persist While I’ve cried and cried and cried

A multitude of paths I’ve walked To try and find my way But promised trails soon turn to dust So I retreat to where it’s safe

I try and try and try to break The stalactites in my soul But those mighty pillars formed from grief Have taken a powerful hold

But know I’ll find the sunshine It just might take a while The maze of ice will melt away And once again I’ll smile.

My river of joy no longer flows so easily Like before, when it nurtured my soul So abundantly with rivulets of hope Now it ebbs & wanes, receding with pain Of loss, and shattered dreams Leaving an empty, hollow bed of nothing

Cocooned in grief I will emerge again More glorious and colourful than before Rapids and waterfalls, creating a path To run richly, sparkling through my veins A transformation of elements to liquid gold For I am an Alchemist, and I will prevail

Busy, busy, bees of purpose Buzzing, vibrant through the city A pulsing, swarm of jumbled people Through streets of life, so bold and pretty

Hurry, hurry, through the whirlwind A throng of gusty leaves disperse Blown from trains and city transport Across urban orchards and into work

Happy, happy, waves of crowds A tsunami through the aisles Floods a surge of eager shoppers As they descend upon the sales

Loudly, loudly, plays the music A throng of notes so crisply bright Drifts through doors and open windows As dancers sway throughout the night

Softly, softly, the city slumbers As a virus bade her sleep But she will heal and soon recover And reclaim her joyful beat.

Avaricious is my grief A tumbling torrent of emotions Grabbing greedily within Till I am drained and empty

Intangible is my grief It hides inside, fooling onlookers Indifferent to my sorrow ‘Chin up, Life carries on’

Beautiful is my grief A whole spectrum of colours Creating a rainbow softly across my heart Grief is my enemy, grief is my friend.

Reptilian shoots emerge from Satan’s husk and Ominously plant firm in his ungodly garden, their Odourous roots bracing a malignant blossom, adorned with Tendrils, an evil writhing mass of snakes which Slither, outwards to infect and wither the world with darkness.

Radiating, they flourish kindly from a tiny seed, an Oasis of roots, sweetly nurtured by fertile soils, their Opalescent petals blooming, touched by a kiss of spring, and Tresses like silk shimmer gently, as they Softly, suffuse their magic and gently bless our world with light.