Passion or obsession,
Conviction or oppression,
Influence or hindrance,
White lies or spoken wise,
Truth teller or fortune seller,
Construction or disruption,
Digression or expansion,
Education or incarceration,
Conformity or abnormality.

Today seems brighter than yesterday,
Tomorrow no longer stands in my way.
Was it A gentle change from the wind,
That turned A grimace to A grin.
Maybe the new colour I saw in the rainbow,
That reminded me, of how little I know.
Or was it the bird who changed its melody,
So I could sing along, when it sang to me.
Possibly the flower that bowed, as I walked by,
That brought the beauty back to my eye.
Yes, I Thank them all ~
It’s far too kind,
To bless me with your precious time.
At last though, it was the words I saw,
Amongst the moon and stars read,
You Can Always Return, Once You’ve Gone Too Far.

Parents Evening;
At the tender age of two,
What will they tell me,
about you?
From the beginning,
You sat there - legs swinging.
Posture slouched,
Lips placed in pout.
You looked at me,
With A smile so sweet.
Then glanced across,
Towards the empty seat.
You fidgeted you fiddled,
You picked and you nibbled.
Your teacher entered,
And she read,
Your report that clearly said -
Ava is A lovely girl,
Who speaks so well!
When in defence,
She can raise hell.
So kind to her friends, and shares a treat!
She rather has a stubborn streak.
To summarise, without much time,
Your daughter is doing perfectly fine!
I looked towards my little girl,
Our thoughts linked, our eyes synced,
So we could swap our secret smile,
For she truly is - Me as A child.

Maybe we’re spose to trip when we walk,
Spit when we talk,
Sometimes fall short.

Maybe its ok that we overreact,
From our lack, of personal tact.
Maybe it’s ok to feel disatached,
When we cannot latch,
Or know how to act.
Maybe it’s okey to grow from bad,
Reflect on the sad,
Miss what we had.

Maybe they’ll be A day,
That we can look back,
On days we didnt quite hack,
Or the times we cracked,
And learn to abstract,
With give and take slack.

If I were A pessimist,
I’d look at life, and hiss and spit.
If I were A optimist,
I’d look at life, and think what bliss.
Yet I am A realist,
So life to me is hit and miss.

Walls that surround are suffocating.
They’re inducing hyperventilating.
Flip my insides upside down,
Blood pressure spikes then regrounds.
Switch my breathing to automatic,
Mind goes blank, theres only static.
Feels like hands around my neck,  
So much so I have to check.
Vital signs don’t look so good,
Nothings working as it should.
How did I create this manic,
My head is governed by the panic.
Cant I learn A new response,
Something that serves me for once.
Stuck in this mode fight or flight,
Self infliction my worst plight.

I see the moon,
Suspended in the sky,
When I stare into her eyes,
I see future/present/past,
All within her tiny grasp.
I feel her light, so pure and true,
Her laughter makes me feel brand new.
I hear her thoughts -
Those hopes and fears,
Her innocence brings me tears.
With just a look and one sweet smile,
Ships would sail a thousand mile.
She is my one true love,
Who I’ll always serve,
I gave her life,
Its the least she deserves.