Open those arms of yours,
Wide unto the sky,
And fly,
Fly away,
Away from all the pain,
From those who make you anxious,
Let the wind strip all your worries from your soul,
Glide through the clouds on the crest of a current,
Now look down,
See how small all the fear really is,
Look how unimportant they are in the grand scheme of things,
See how you rise above it all.
Flying high,
When your ready,
Open your eyes,
And gift them with your presence,
But never forget how high you can soar.

wM

A test to thee my children three,
Of imagination, mind and soul,
For each of you I bare a gift,
That in turn will make you whole,
To you my first I show a sight,
A wonder to behold,
See the changing colours,
It’s a view that won’t grow old,
Next to you my daughter,
Close your eyes,
Your gift is song,
Let the sounds evoke your deepest soul,
Take you back to where we’re from.
And last for you my youngest,
The most precious gift I call,
I give to you a poem,
The culmination of it all,
When you read the words and close your eyes,
You can imagine your own scene,
Then layer it with your sonnet,
The likes of which there’s never been,
See poetry is magical,
It comes without restrain,
You add the pictures, sound and feelings,
You choose the laughter,  joy and pain.

I want you to show me,
I need to see,
I have to believe this is bigger than me,
My eyes are open,
Hungry for sight,
Desperate to know there’s a point to this fight,
I don’t speak for the masses,
This one’s for me,
I need you to show me,
Please let me see.

wM

I cant help but cry,
Your all I can see when I close my eyes.
Though it’s causing me pain,
I listen to your voicemail over again,
It won’t make things better,
But I can’t stop breathing in the smell from your sweater,
Your cup’s on the side,
I can’t bare to wash it,
I can’t bare that you died,
Your mum wants to see me ,
She’ll want to talk about you,
But I don’t want to talk because it will make it all true,
Your friends are sending messages,
But all they are doing is adding to my helplessness,
I can’t carry on,
Everything’s broken and it’s all going wrong,
So many why’s,
Why your all  I can see when I close my eyes.

wM

I’m not stuck,
whilst everything around me is wrong,
Im moving on,
Just preparing the next step,
Actually planning when It will start,
Just not now,
But it’s fine because I am smart,
I’ve got it all figured out,
So I’m not actually stuck,
I’m not falling apart,
And that’s not an excuse,
Its all part of my plan,
It’s being in limbo I really can’t stand,
But at least I’m not stuck,
Because that would be awful to be,
I’d be making excuses,
Hoping that no one would see,
That that’s really me.
I’m not stuck.

wM