I look up from my phone
With glazed tired eyes
And realise that
The world around me is
Still
It’s not moving or flashing or bright
The candle is peacefully sitting
The tulips soft on my eyes
It’s quiet
It’s not demanding
But if anything
It’s longing
To be noticed and loved
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:49 AM UTC
I’m in a little wooden boat
Dipping up and down
On the unpredictable waves
I’ve sunk beneath these dark waters before
All I can do is hold on
Keep my eye on the shore
It’s dim over there
But it’s lonely here
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC
At some point I realised that
I will just always be sad
Yes, joyful too but
I will never get over this
I will always miss you
Deeply
I will always cry
When I remember you
When I miss you
I will always feel the sadness
With every joyful new thing I do
With every memory I hold
It just is
It just is sad
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC
Perfectionism is draining your thoughts
Ideas
Mental capacity and
Emotions
In order to never get it right
Never be quite satisfied and
Always question your choices
Over and over again
Perfectionism is rushing and
Never having time to do all the things
And yet perfectionism is painstakingly
Slow and never ending
Perfectionism is not loving yourself
Is not seeing that the best you can do
Is good enough
Is striving for a level of excellence that
Leaves the job perpetually unfinished and Unloved
Perfectionism is wholly unsafe
But
Loving yourself enough
To live with ‘good enough’
Is
Just
Perfect
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 7:45 AM UTC
You’re embrace
makes the world disappear
You arms around me
Makes my body melt and soften
Your hold spreads a slowness that moves outward like liquid nitrogen
If liquid nitrogen were warm instead
Everything slows down and stops
Arresto momentum
Your words and eyes
Melt hard spikes of metal
Ones that have grown
quicker than realised
in my throat and chest
Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
You asked me to trim your nails
And we both knew
It would be the last time you ever had your nails cut
But we didn’t say it
I wanted it to be be the most relaxing experience
I wanted it to be an act of care
An act of love
It was
An act of preparation
Preparation of death and feeling ready and neat and loved, right down to your finger nails
I remember you cried
I remember I held in the tears
I held you this time
Daughter, holding mother
I will always remember that
Holding your soft hands
And you holding mine
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 10:03 AM UTC
Once filled with joy, hope and
Enormous energy
I am suddenly
Empty balloons scattered about
One my heart
One my womb
My body has deflated
My soul has gone flat
I am empty
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 3:28 PM UTC
Pieces of her
Pieces of heart
Hands
Skin
Her joy
Pieces of you
Likeness
Only likeness
But still
I collect you
And gather you up
And soak in any aspect of her
Because I am longing
Longing for her touch
Her hand on my brow
Her heart
Her joy
But there’s nothing
Quite like your heart
Hands
Skin
Smile
Endless love
But still
I collect mothers
If you are honoured enough
To be even a little bit like her
I long for you
I crave you
I miss you
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
I wish you knew how wonderful you are
I wish you knew how you smooth my bones
My heart
And my soul
I wish you knew just how your smile
Your walk
Your
Look
At me
Makes my heart breathe and expand
I wish you knew your influence
I wish you knew you’re greatness
Your skill
Your power to soothe and dissipate Tension
I wish you knew your talent
Your gorgeousness
Your way
And how it melts the hardest of hearts
I wish you knew just how wonderful
You
Are
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 2:29 PM UTC
“I’ll call mum and tell her about that”
There isn’t even time for those words to form in thought
They are just felt
Joy, grief, longing
So close together
And so quickly
That it’s almost at the same time
In one heartbeat
In a fragment of a moment
And if you could look at time through a microscope
It would show a whole other world
A complex vortex of feeling
On the pin head of a moment in time
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 2:19 PM UTC