Where once there was a forest, now stands a lonely tree.

Running for it’s life away from the ever increasing tide, seeking shelter from the ever warming sun.

Broken but Battling

Today I went to the stables, it was warmer than usual. I normally sit all day and watch. Today I joined in, as far as my body would allow anyway. Moved some straw, led a pony; I felt like I contributed in my own little way. It felt good. I’m now sat in my pyjamas

Sleepless

Why won’t my brain catch up with my body My eyes are heavy I need the sleep My mind starts singing or over thinking things I try to count Think of a pitch black space to darken the brightness in my head Thoughts rebel and put a disco on instead It’s like my minds on

Do you feel like ‘friends’ are sabotaging your relationship?

They probably are. I get this sneaky suspicion that some ‘friends’ don’t want to see my husband and I back together. They are actively telling tales on him, things I already know. The thing is I know that if we are over for good, those friends won’t stay in contact with me. They are like

Alone

She told him to leave To see him was painful Her heart was breaking She couldn’t see how years of the same behaviour could be forgiven Her life was now a whirling torrent of disarray Loneliness and longing for that one person you wanted to love and trust forever Being alone was better surely The

Dawn

Then the realisation set in It was not only trust that was lacking But also respect It walked out of that door the first time he left and never returned A lightbulb moment of realisation That he did not respect her in anyway There was no option now.

Trust Gone

He crept out the house Snuck away in the night Not for the first time A regular occurrence of madness She knew She waited not knowing if he would return Or where he was He blamed drink He denied all wrong doing He told crazy lies The trust was gone Would she stay Would she

Biography opening

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? I was both successful and a failure at the same time.

Don’t step on a crack…

Are you superstitious? When I was a youngun, the poem was, don’t step on a crack or you’ll break your back No walking under ladders. A black cat crossing your path is a good omen. Finding a penny brought you luck for the day, pass it on you will have luck for a year. Breaking

Life goes on

It’s a never ending circle Wake every day Same stuffs occurring Minds not with the game Taking tablets dulls the pain Make you tired and heavy But life goes on.