The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”

Painting again…

Whenever I think about painting, drawing or creating – I freeze. It’s not that poetry is an easier form of expression. To be honest, there are parts of me that feel mortified that my poetry ‘following’ is not growing faster. But, with visual art, I see these rolling pictures. These past events and people rockContinue reading “Painting again…”

#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love

Your heart is breaking And you wish you could follow the deadWhere their eyes would still recognise youWhere they’d take your life instead Your heart is breaking You’re tired and out of timeYour body is less alignedWith what they call the real worldBecause you don’t watch to match your footsteps With a world that brokeContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love”

Twin Touch

I touched you brieflyTonightA whisperSoul to soulWhich reached youIn time forYou toMove on. Twins once, twins forever. I was asked to remember youAnd bubbling joy came to my mindFingers outreachedThough I never knew youIn this time Twins once, twins forever. I love that you protected meIn some spiritual wayThat I can’t put words toBut theContinue reading “Twin Touch”

Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…

Alright, here we go, it’s time. No.1 lesson here: Your message, depending on context, is not as important as the health of your reader. Put in a disclaimer on every post that states that you are not a health professional. Seriously, don’t let me down on this. No.2 lesson here: If No.1 got your hacklesContinue reading “Writing publicly about mental health as a non-professional…”

Sugar Lips

In honour of International Women’s Day, may I introduce you to ‘Sugar Lips’? 😉 If you haven’t already, please follow me on Instagram, or spread the word. It’s so appreciated, and not expected ❤ To anyone reading this, I hope that my intention for today reaches you: May you and your family be safe.May youContinue reading “Sugar Lips”

Move On Girl

The anxiety and guiltpushes up throughmy ribsI breathe outsome generic liesthat tripon my lip–I haven’t practicedfor this–As my time draws closer to an end withyou and thissituationdraws more blood,than, perhapsit should,A friend reminds methat I owe no-oneanything–Still, a part of mewants to prostrateat the feet ofan ideology, I don’t fully understand –I think this isContinue reading “Move On Girl”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”