Learning that time heals everything Time measured By the Defected heartbeats Accompanying every Lonely sunset By all the Broken nights Touched by the cold side of the bed By Changing pressures And evolution By The hairs wrenched searching For all the solutions By the sore bones that shape each gaits hobble By the lethargic minds … Continue reading H. O’Neill
How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety
Evil, sly, existence Living somewhere within Your sludge deep inside of me Navigating my path with your sins. So self righteous and destructive Such a nightmare to endure I start to create, then somehow, end up a pathetic pile on the floor. Release me from your grips Those claws imbedded in my brain Set me … Continue reading Self-Doubt; Sit With Me.
Where were you when everything stopped? Where were you when the planes were grounded, shops and restaurants closed and life was put on hold? It’s been a strange few months. Probably the strangest the majority of us have ever experienced. Life, for so many, had to pause. Time stood still. Just for a few weeks … Continue reading Life During Lockdown
I love photographs. I love taking them and I love looking at them. Photographs are a record of time. Time gallops on without ever seeming to tire but photographs have the power to tame time. They let time pause and catch its breath, capturing the briefest moments, before releasing it again. Those captured moments you … Continue reading Lack Of Focus
Carried with us into our futures Are our losses, They don’t fall behind. Kneading shaping and moulding us, Resting in the back of minds. Colour our perspective, Feed into our fears, Ever present, not selective, They demand of us our tears, And we will give them, if we are wise enough, And we need not … Continue reading Lost and Found
Tomorrow, I will be released from the psychiatric hospital. I’ve been here a month, facing down my demons and learning how to rebuild a life torn apart by a brain that doesn’t work quite as it should. My diagnosis is printed, stamped, and signed — the only benchmarks that matter in making something offiziell here in Germany. … Continue reading Invisible Illness