The face paints the picture All prefer to see, No tears,no panic, Just robotic, “smile it’s free”. Seething solemnly, silence all encompassing, Internalising the screams, Release, release, stretch out and see, For the person gazing back at you, behind the smoky glass, Requires permission to grieve for the youth long spent. “Stop hiding, accept theContinue reading “It stays hidden”
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Feeling frustrated
It’s the ninth layer of paint Shadows, highlights, washes and glazes It remains a work in progress The frustration is becoming deep set as the image on the canvas does not equate to the visual within my mind. With each wash, the colour retreats and the process of development commences once again. Compatible to one’sContinue reading “Feeling frustrated”
The YouTube wormhole
The wormhole, once entered, I begin to swim along the tide. Inspirational, influential,do I know these individuals? Becoming absorbed within the parallel universe. A vacuum suddenly plummets me into the bars of my room, The bars I created, society created,life created Am I living the dream, the ‘norm’, the idyll that these others, the influencers,Continue reading “The YouTube wormhole”
What a day for
Kicking my backside into gear Is the day that was now yesterday ( try saying that quickly). I awoke later than planned therefore,tick list automatic fail. Product sales certainly not following the trajectory I had envisioned……. Biscuits absentmindedly entering my oral cavity…….two pounds weight increase – another day unable to comfortably seeing my feet. ParcelsContinue reading “What a day for”
All those good intentions
Does your day commence with all good intentions? To live, be it internally or externally, to societal expectation? Do you begin with defiance, standing firm that today you will change and follow your destiny? On this day my carefully drafted list appeared neatly on the page. I would ensure the business plan was at itsContinue reading “All those good intentions”
The bewitching hour- a ramble
It has arrived The soothing droplets of rain tap rhythmically upon my window In the distance, the hoot of the owl creates an off beat,distorting the musical rift. And here I lay, trying to achieve my zen, attempting miserably to sleep. The musings of my brain have better ideas. A brief interlude whilst my bladderContinue reading “The bewitching hour- a ramble”
Months have passed
Months have passed since my last post The trajectory of my life seemingly not as I had envisioned. I am devoid of creative expression, intellectual stimulation, instead, running unwittingly on a perpetual wheel. Each evening I prepare the page of ‘to do’s’, listings, complete with neatly positioned tick boxes. The mundane, the routine, the lifeContinue reading “Months have passed”
She is firing on all cylinders
It is all seemingly disjointedIn this world of hormonal hellMy physical self buckling and the tears continue to cascadePooling within the deepening creases of my visage.Within, rages a torrent of disarrayA discord between who I am from nanosecond to nanosecondThe serenity replacement unrecognisable…. As the jaw tensesThe world construed by the menopausal selfNo longer sedatelyContinue reading “She is firing on all cylinders”
2021
Tightness engulfs the mind The demons of the soul creeping between the cracks Incessant words ricochet around the invisible walls Clasping palms over the ears to dull the sound. The deep crimson petals fall silently to the earth Their richness of tone begins to fade As the drums beat louder And the conductors snarl. TightnessContinue reading “2021”
Christmas cheer challenges menopausal Grinch.
Should I be experiencing feelings of Christmas cheer today? Well for your information, I am certainly, most definitely, NOT. I keep breathing in deeply and conversing with my inner most being, trying to extract the jolly emotion. Come on……… I try to squeeze an ounce of moderately Christmas spirit. Imagine a tightly wound coil beingContinue reading “Christmas cheer challenges menopausal Grinch.”
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