This pressure feels like panic,
contorting like a pretzel.
Opposing forces
pressing in and demanding.

This new year,
what will it bring?
Opportunity and challenge,
love, loss and adventure.
May you hear your heart,
understand its message and
choose a path
that fulfils it
and fulfils you.
That’s the bravest path
of all.

You moved yourself
a year ago.
Far away
and I was to be
happy for you.
Now, you’ve moved yourself
further.
I feel angry at you
because
you made so many promises
that you’ve blithely
forgotten.

I read that we all have
an inner creativity
begging for release.

Begging for the light of day,
with us, even when ignored.
Within us, always,
for however long it’s ignored.

Then, if we embrace it,
however clumsily…
lo and behold!
It brings us joy.

You know how it is
when your brain gets busy?
And it’s feeding you a loop,
a story that needs breaking.
Today my story’s on high rotation
and I am questioning the panic-dialogue.

Are my instincts really real, anymore?
Can calm rationality win out here
or is it, simply, a matter of the heart.

I’d do anything
For you, dear, anything
Yes I’d do anything for you…

Would I forget my dreams?
Anything.

Beautiful girl—
curved cheek,
laboured breath,
hot skin,
flushed face,
closed eyes,
rhythmic breathing.
Tucked in close.
Get better soon
my love.