paddle on,
paddle on,
with or against
the flow,
paddle on.
for life is a journey
where you have to paddle on.
paddle on.
wide blues
in the process of healing,
i go back to the Earth to fuel my spirit.
wide skies and open waters bring me back to life.
i welcome thee, o Goddess of water.
nourish my bleeding heart and broken spirit.
Allow me to be whole again. 
With these hands I create the world
staring into your trusting eyes is a little scary.
your eager eyes,
wishing for me to impart new wonders
to your ever evolving world.
its intimidating.
what if i talk about the wrong things
and lead you to a path
where you wont be your best version,
where you wont be brave to face
the monsters and scary things
that give us scars?
i don’t want the blood of
innocence lost to stain my hands.
but being here,
standing before you,
is the only place i want to be.
i long to be there
as you experience new things,
discover new worlds,
and become who you are meant to be.
being a teacher is what i want
to always and forever be.
Shackle free
Staring into the abyss
Numbs the mind.
Like a frozen still, slowly shattered
By the ravages of time.
I want to be free of that.
ode to a past lover
i’ve suddenly thought of you after six years.
its been a long time
of pain-free existence.
a breathe of fresh air.
freedom cherished and lived.
but often i wondered
if the walls built and broken
by the lies, hurts and expectations
has corrupted that small island
of hope,
that part of me that
believes that true, abiding love exists.
im not a hopeless romantic now.
nor am i a cynic.
ive now realised that
cruel men may give you wounds and heartbreak,
but they can never conquer a true tower of strength.
and for that, i thank you.
purging expectations
somehow, you’ve become my life
a breathe, needed
for me to be nourished.
i never wanted you to be the definitive part of me.
a mirror. showing me my scars.
festering wounds that hurt deep.
aches that debilitates, paralyses, kills.
i want for you to let go of me.
free me from writing stories that are no longer relevant,
or real.
i now free myself from dreams that has become corrupted
and realities that faltered.
i expected for us to be forever.
nevermore will i be foolish to wish that to be so.
Suspended Rainbows
Colours had always been part of me.
The gentle sway of light as I
riffle through your rays.
Textures, which
heighten the senses.
I’ve now lost all my love for you.
Your bright shade can no longer entice me to
Surrender,
Bone by bone.
What was once vibrant is now dull.
Dying embers of something once longed for.
