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Tag: Writing
Confused Wishes
Should I confuse raindrops on my window for stars,
May my wishes be patient and still,
Let them rest a moment with me,
Until I get my star to wish upon.
2021, a year of change
Life, I am sure, is like a set of weight scales. A constant battle for the status quo, and what that means to a person. As you know, 2020 brought with it some challenges with a few chapters in my life drawing to a close; whilst this year has felt like a palette cleanser, with lots of changes in my life happening.
Read More »2021’s Year in Books: Part Two
As you know, I am on a journey to reach my reading goal for the year. For those who’ve just joined in, you can read part one, here; but here is the second instalment to what I’ve been flicking through. Warning, minor spoilers ahead!
Read More »Disability & Me
My partner and I were talking today about people’s opinions when it came to disability. Talk of how law should change to reflect and encompass what it means to be ‘differently abled’ and how that affects how you’re seen to others. Most importantly how you’re seen to those who aren’t walking a mile in your shoes.
Read More »The Other Half of Me
I forgot the other half of me,
The one who hurts and cries at night,
I wish I knew how to heal,
Is it just enough to still be breathing?
Flying Solo
Are we a storm over an ocean?
Drifting further apart,
I just wish you would hold me again,
But I’m in this boat alone,
You’ve disappeared once more on the wind.
Why are goodbyes hard?
I don’t want to say goodbye,
It feels too soon,
We didn’t have enough time,
Why do you have to leave me?
You chose her
You chose her,
Neither of us knew,
We just papered over the cracks,
Sinking deeper into an abyss,
I knew we could never survive that,
Not after you stopped holding my hand.
Little moments with you
The feel of your kiss on my lips,
Your arms around my waist,
Those whispered conversations,
To daydream of those moments,
Makes counting down the days easier.
Bohotea 