Poetry

Baby steps, one at a time, she tries to take Wobbling, shaking, and trying not to stumble A hand stretched

Boundaries, some say, aren’t good Lines cause differences they claim Free for all is their motto Right to be in

Oh, granny, all I can do is sigh It’s time to say goodbye   .          

How I wish This heart would ache As the little girl sold Soggy matches in the cold.   How I

They lay all around In grey, brown and black. My heart lurched, Making me stumble and gasp.   Where do

The pebbles tickled her tiny feet As she raced across the sand to pick a shell Soft waves rolled over

Trigger Warning: The poem contains incidents of self-harm  ***** When the flowers lay crushed on the ground It was an

Far Away On the shore I sat watching The blue waves dancing Under the night sky Hoping you would Come

A daughter of a nymph Left in a humble abode To grow in a forest Among the plants, trees, animals,

Thank you, sweetheart, I whisper my gratitude My lips close to your ears As you lay in a scarlet pool