with his back,
one with the ground.
tracking the cadence
in his chest,
out of the moon.
Admittedly, to forgive is not always easy
But it is, without a doubt, very liberating
Not forgiving only increases the pain, hurt and stress
But forgiveness begins the healing process
Forgiveness is an act of self-love,
because you do it for you and not them.
It's better to end on the last day of love,
then in the months of hate.
A wash of blue
Brush strokes on canvas
My kind of blue.
©️ 2021 Joshua Reece Wylie. All rights reserved.
Poem based on the colour blue.
They call me 'bear' but I'm not,
I live in the sub-tropics where it's hot,
I'm ash-coloured and cute but my claws can scratch,
I feast on the leaves in my local patch,
I don't travel far and i can be quite slow,
But i attract loving stares wherever i go.
written in 2009
"our story has no end"
because I knew even the dead carried scars.
I would have loved you even if the heart of the world wasn't in your bones.
I knew what it was to
deny the undeniable parts of yourself.
I don't think I could ever do that with you, even if I tried.
Even if I played pretend, I would always be reminded
when my fingers brushed my palm or
when the grass tickled my face.
I would still dream of a moonlit field
and the antlers of a stag.
Its blood splashed across the snow, a crimson stain.
inspired by the Shadow and Bone trilogy by Leigh Bardugo :)