This morning brings another count
of ailments that have attacked me,
as viral matter drifts unseen in the air
impossible to keep track of.

The mirror shows my tired face,
so pale and paper-thin,
while symptoms wear my body down
and make my poor head spin.

I am too weary now to catalogue
each ache, each pain, each sigh;
The simple truth is all that's left
and I'm barely getting by.

This not-so-wonderful existence
drags its feet along,
my routine is all out of tune,
as I snuffle a half-forgotten song.

I'm death warmed over, so they say
though warmth feels far away,
as I shiver through the unbearable hours
of yet another long and miserable day.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the hollow space between
who I am and who I should have been,
as my failures echo around me.
I am only human.
Yet, regret lingers
like a bitter taste on my tongue,
offering a feeble defence
that I refuse to voice,
because my words are like pebbles
too small to fill this pit of regret
gorging on my conscience
so, I swallow them whole,
letting them settle
heavy in my throat
while you drown in my silence,
and wear your disappointment
like a weighted coat.

©️Lizzie Bevis

When my imagination ignites a wildfire,
you commit my words to the pyre,
but, with every smouldering ember
my vision grows;
Breaking the boundaries
that you imposed,
and within the remnants of my creation,
I openly disregard your blatant damnation.

©️Lizzie Bevis

At this present time,
thoughts rise like falling
Sycamore seeds, caught
in a downward spiral
on a dizzying breeze,
which captures my breath
as I brace for impact.
I close my eyes tight
and steady myself.

As my senses slow,
I open my eyes and
I take everything in
like a panoramic view,
and the ebb and flow
of life births smiles new,
as each breath brings home
a sigh of relief
in this sacred now.

Past and future fade,
as I notice all
that I need to see
and hear in clarity.
My steady bold pulse,
the firm ground beneath,
crunching under feet;
As birds sing sweet songs,
the wind kisses my skin
and now is all there is.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Perhaps we are meant to be fragile beings,
our hearts are too delicate to hold
the weight of all the joy love brings,
when hearts unite with rings of gold,
when the beauty and shine
over time wear thin,
and our mortal bonds weaken
and grow dim.

But, they say that time can heal all wounds,
yet past scars remain, fresh and raw,
aching beneath the sun and moon,
breaking every persuasive law.
To love so deeply is nature's test:
The more we feel,
the more we stress.

Is this the price we have to pay
for moments of euphoria?
Each high must have its falling day,
and each bond have an exposure.
When love creates vengeful beggars
because, the other breaks a sacred vow
that was made together.

Like shards of glass inbedded in skin,
betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.
Each memory, a poison that taints within,
crushing a loyal heart until it breaks,
and the more it beats,
the more it bleeds;
A contradiction of the heart’s
wants and needs.

And, still we chase this precious curse,
A blessed disease and painful gift.
In love’s ravenous hunger and insatiable thirst,
our hearts will move on and heal the rift.
Though pain and love
walk hand in hand,
Through desire,
we grow and understand.

©️Lizzie Bevis