A row of tabs with titles in hiding,
Each one a witness to the weight of today
The clock ticks louder, each second sharp,
Echoing the resolve she’s forced to obey
When did life slip into this solemn tone?

Her hand hovers, drawn to a magazine,
Its cover untouched, still crisp and clean
She peels it open, and there it is—
The faint smell of paper, a balm for her soul.

Not pages of profit or the season’s couture,
But the world of Bobo, the blue rabbit and friends
Bright illustrations, laughter tucked in each corner,
A refuge from journals and theories that age her too soon.

Here, she remembers a simpler time,
A decade past, when her world felt lighter
This magazine, still standing, still waiting,
The same one that sparked her love for the written word.

She smiles,
Because even amidst the seriousness,
A pause is enough to bring her home.

The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
I was weighed down pound by pound
and things were looking grim.
My arms flailing; began to tire
and my mouth was tasting salt,
just days ago I warmed myself by fire
and by lying on the asphalt.

Shadow stalks and kicking rocks;
irrelevant if your shoes are tied.
Checking locks and kicking rocks
get carried away by the tide.

The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
I could view the sandy ground,
though the image was quite dim.
My head; just barely above the water
and desperately I was gasping for air,
and I could swear it was getting hotter
but the temperature was actually fair.

I’ve got currents and tides
within my mind.
And when I finally rip out my insides;
more water and waves you’ll find.

The year I almost drowned
was the year I learned to swim.
While being tossed and pushed around
I discovered I had every limb.
I could see a shoreline in the distance
it’s beaches with perfect white sand.
It seemed within an instance
I started treading steadily with each hand.

Quis sum ego?
Vir som.
Ego confido in me,
Est bonum?

When I think of the book box
I think if not just material
Items.  But things that give you
Joy and happiness as well as
Intelligence.    To be honest
When I crack open the fruits of
This box!  I see that I am smiling
As I am learning
And being happy
Visit one of these box’s one day
I swear you won’t regret it

Tender life’s first cry
In a world so pure and new,  
Hello, little one.

Curious minds play,  
Running around the playground,  
Reaching for the sky.

Reading books piled high,  
Through learning they find their way,  
As knowledge is found.

Late nights, coffee cups,  
Graduating with honour,
Live, learn and begin.

Choices weave their paths,  
With responsibilities,  
As coin slips through hands.

A chance encounter,
Draws hearts that grow together,
I love you always.

Two hearts bound with rings,  
Promises in whispered vows,  
‘Til death do we part.

A mother is born,
A new baby greets this world,
They seize my whole heart.

The world keeps turning,
Children into adults grow
With aged threads of time.

Hold my weary hand,  
My journey finds its end now,  
Stars await my soul.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Gracious God I come to thee
Meditate on mystery
To fully know and understand
Impossible for mortal man
Still, we may by grace, attain
Deeper wisdom of the same
You call me to deep water
Where narrow faith is broader
Draw me nearer than before
As I worship and adore
Shine your light upon my soul
Always learning is my goal
Whisper words of love and peace
To thy devotion increase

Galileo looked
Up towards the ageing stars
Timeless in wisdom.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Years of being bullied
Being called all sorts of
Of names
Getting in all sorts of fights
Pulling all sorts of pranks
On my torturers
The grim *******
Alex, Karen and jennifer
Has nearly lead to
Me dead on day
In Guantanamo Bay
I wish I lie
But that was what I was threatened
With
Given the choice of life or death
I chose life and became a yakuza
It was only for my only safety
But I learned some lessons on the way
The hard way