Speed ahead
to rack up
more dollops of delight
and forget
the painful procedure
of packing them
one by one
for others to enjoy
later.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Speed ahead
to rack up
more dollops of delight
and forget
the painful procedure
of packing them
one by one
for others to enjoy
later.
It’s okay
to have a plan
and anticipate
the change,
preparing for a new life,
adjusting before
it happens.
But fear isn’t a weakness,
you can be scared
of what’s to come
even as you embrace it.
It doesn’t mean you fail,
it means you’re
still alive.
Calm your moment
to remember
routine and memory
isn’t always
a struggle to capture.
There are times
it falls into place
and you can
stop to smile
and lift your head
to feel the sun.
Recharge
with a favourite story
revisited
years later,
still the same
still a comfort
that kick starts
imagination
and a will
to always
keep looking
and believing.
The decision
to embrace
the descending darkening
and relearn
to move
with sound
and intuition.
I do not miss the light,
the in-balance,
just the sight of a smile
and the easy reassurance
of the ground’s position.
Organise a moment
to drive a life,
inspiring
ad romanticising
through tough everyday
doubts.
Keep the spark alive
or smother it forever
with your own hand,
leaving burnt skin
and the sting
of empty.
Suspend the inevitable
to find a moment
to breathe
without consequence,
without fear,
without the need to fight
and prove
you are worth
the oxygen.
Lonely years
prepare you
for the joy
of being remembered
and welcomed
by the new,
embracing
the moment
you’re ready
to try again.
Relax into guilt
but know
you’ll earn it
with ten days
of work
and the in-between
smoothing
and filling
in store.
Gaze at the small
that demands
devotion willingly
and without resentment.
Such happiness
is beautiful,
even when
it’s not
your own.
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