Safe (I don’t feel it)

Laying on the living room floor. In tears. Crying bucket loads. Listening to music. Woeful tunes. Unhelpful. But I can’t help it. Too many martinis… stirred not shaken… 007 Daniel Craig stylie… he’s not bothered if they are shaken or stirred. Mind racing. Heart racing. I don’t feel safe. An alien concept, I abore. I…

Still…

Still not right Lost my fight Can’t find my spark Trapped in the dark The smallest thing Sends me reeling Wish I could shake it Or even fake it God, I miss the light I just want to feel alright

Crunch?

I have tried to write this post a few times over the past few weeks. But I have struggled to organise my thoughts. Struggled to find the words. It’s been a struggle. I’m still struggling. My ability to bounce back has yet to make a reappearance. The more weeks pass by, the more worried I…

When We Two Parted

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow– It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken,…