in my head smacking the cold dusty floor / i dont feel it because my body is someone elses / in standing back and saying “i made that” / physical overhaul / in dancing to the deafening music / a one person party and capacity is reached / in my head spinning from the hallway floor / its all someone elses storyline / in the swings with the music up and up and up / fear is the only proof im not ill / in the softening of faces / look at me again and say it / in my heart rate / breathless / in the honesty of “slow down” / a cup of tea is warmth and friendship / in clean sheets / or the luxury of unwashed bodies / in the rejection of tired yawns / keep me awake / in the stories you told me / and up and again and up / in the squeak of shoes on the floor / something new something new / in the writing i show you / poetry is private.
[Picture credits: agsandrew via Shutterstock]
LIFE STARTS WITH THE COLOUR
GREEN SHOOTS IN PLAYGROUND
RED RUNNING DOWN WHITE WATER
BLUE BECOMES TURQUOISE SALT WITHIN
GREY FADING WRINKLED ARMCHAIR
“I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts in them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.” -Farah Gabdon
I am a wild horse
With wide eyes of wonder.
I refused to be tamed,
To be smaller, quieter, less real,
I kiss the wind
And it caresses me back.
I have no interest in the weapons you bring;
Unless you intend to use them
Picture source: Spirit Film
I wish for the world to
feel the stability of love
to float and see their body from above.
If only the world knew
means when it is yourself madly loving you.
No more should of, would of.
So many emotions threw
out of mind, heart, thereof
rejected alongside of
personal, internal abuse you outgrew
but open your mind, my dove,
do you not know how much you deserve self-love?