How does she hide her exasperation Knowing she’s tried the best she can Missing the point entirely Can’t see where it all began No anger does she rage Good idea? Sometimes Sitting on her hands Sitting on her thoughts How do I hide my exasperation Explaining it the best I can She misses the point… Read More »Exasperation
Okay so I’m working on some twisted cards, to really stick the boot in on people, "Happy Absent Fathers Day" and "Happy Divorce" etc… this one is my latest, for "Happy Separation".
A poem in the life of…
I admire and yet pity you Immersed in their worlds Happy to drop everything To help one or the other Nothing is too important Not for you, temporary surrogate mother And I wonder, alone, as I do While you walk their path Holding their hands Touching their lives Lost unto your own Do you admire… Read More »Temporary Surrogate Mother
Hopefully captures the whole waking up in a sombre and somewhat angry mood, and seeing the world’s stark reality as something to run from… to shut away…. to hate… until people remind you why its fun to be in it…
A request from a very close friend.
Life is full of weird and wonderful people. Some of those people seem content to tear through life leaving ripples the size of tsunami’s, disrupting peoples lives with seemingly no remorse, or apologies. Thats fine, we avoid them… Until its someone you know and care about that creates the ripples…
It’s hard seeing the world from both sides, and it’s hard not to be angry with them, and it’s hard not to defend them.
My brain hurts.
So I guess this is the tongue lashing one of those people didn’t get yet…
It’s a story, it’s a journey. I hope it touches on, without too deeply biting into the pain of loss.
It’s been a funny day. Dread filling every cell, waiting for something unknown, maybe I’m that unknown. Maybe the dread is of what I could do to myself….
Old theme, new angle……..