Waves and Threads

Some days there is sorrow swelling inside of me,

A dark ocean swell, breaking hard against a rocky shore,

Slowly wearing my existence away, one sand particle at a time,

Each turbulent wave, relentlessly followed by another.

Some days, it’s as if I am fraying at the edges,

Even the gentlest of breezes pulls undone the threads

Every sharp word, every nervous motion,

Leaving the frayed edges, raw, red and undone.

Other days the whole world seems shrouded in shadow,

Even when the sun shines warm and bright,

A cold darkness envelopes my mind, crawls down my back,

Every step forward sparks an internal battle with despair.

Then when it feels as though all threads are pulled,

All the walls have crumbled to sand,

and nothing is left to stop the shadow from seeping within,

There is a day of clarity.

When there are no storms, no raw frayed edges,

and quickly my body builds itself back together.

Cell after cell remade, thread after thread rewoven

Determined to be stronger for the next storm.

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The story of you

Tell me a story, he said.

Once I swam in the purest and most beautiful ocean
The water calmed my soul as it washed over my skin

I then climbed a magnificent mountain, tall and powerful
It’s presence ground my body to the Earth, it energized me

Then I walked through a magical forest, full of life, trees to the sky
It’s clean air filled my lungs, urging me to live my best life

Then I lay in the grass, beneath the sprawling night sky
A profound darkness, broken by shimmering stars and the lovely moon
It filled me with immense love and gratitude

You my love, she said. Are my favourite story.

 

Chaos and Calm

When my world is a whirl of chaos, colour and noise
There are a handful of things that bring me profound calmness

Laying flat on the Earth, on grass or sand
Looking up at the sky, blue and cloud or stars in the deep black

Breathing in deeply, fresh and clean air with my eyes closed
Hot wind or cool rain on my face

There is warm tea, dimmed lights and the smell of a new book

Sleeping in when its cold outside, rain dropping against the glass windows
Surrounded in a blankets warm embrace

Then there is you lover
To be wrapped all around in you, your skin pressed into mine
Breathing you in, fingers entwined.

There are only a handful of things…