putty in his hands
pulled and stretched
like rubber bands

No more shall I be
crumbs on the floor
swept up and thrown out
the door

No more shall I be
on the bottom
of his list
making me feel
like I don’t exist

No more shall I be
awake at night
tossing and turning
til morning light

No more shall I be
weeping all day
with my head in my hands
under a dark cloud of grey

No more shall I be
a victim
now that I've kick'd him
to the curb

there was a little songbird sitting in a tree .
as i was walking by he sang a song for me.

he sang a song of love to such a lovely tune
. it made me feel happy when he began to croon

when he finished singing his song of love so gay.
  it made me feel so happy as he flew away.

Precious was the touch
Deep but fragile
Memories, light
filled with darkness
Love we once had
Forever lost.
Longing remains
For what once was.



Shell ✨🐚

In being alive

my heart opens to sing

all else I set aside

such joys does the moment bring-



in being alive

love blooms as in sweetest spring

in bliss I abide

there's splendour in everything