Oh little one,
You try to stand too soon.
Looking up at the stars,
With not a glance at the moon.

Oh little one,
Trying to run for the finish
To cover the most ground,
But never stopping to looking around.

Oh little one, Oh little one,
You stumble and fall down.
I hear your scream and your call.
Yet the best I can do,
Is let you lift yourself from the fall.

Don’t leave me
Here alone
With myself
I’m abusive
I’m dangerous
I’m ill
When I’m alone
It all rushes in
I don’t know what’s happening
It fills me with darkness
And lies
And I want to be alone
To wallow in it
Because it won’t be ignored
But I have to when you’re here
I stuff it down deep
And it begs to be released
It screams for recognition
I don’t want to let it out
But I don’t want to hide it
I don’t know what to do
It makes me so confused
I can’t think straight
I don’t know if I ever have
Or if I ever will

It's past midnight ,
Thinking about nothing and
everything .
Got a burning heart but soaked eyes,
I just wanna get lost anywhere ...except my thoughts

the first sign of spring
robin plucking worms outside
presume it's a male.

summer is over
back to school tests and exams
mums are overjoyed.
25/3/2019

Life is a natural  painting,
Make it lively and stimulating.
Use strokes of hope,
Tone it with varied patience,
Texture it with kindness,
Brush it with confidence,
Use exotic colours of love and care,
Happiness and laughter.
23/3/2019

looking in the mirror
i see myself
not as everything i am
but as everything that i have been
i see a little girl with wonder in her eyes
and fear in her heart
i see a preteen with a little too much love to give the world
that it spills from every crack in her innocence
and i see the steady beating of a heart of silver
forged from days spent in overdrive
and nights where love never lies to rest.
into dusk and beyond
the girl in the mirror blinks absently back at me
through a filter of struggle and hard work like sun rays on the ocean floor
where family is the deep ocean trench that i was raised in
not the warm waters of the coral reef that i know today
where diverse human nature flows in a way that i can tell one person from the next by reading their words on a piece of paper
where i bathe myself in the sun rays that form a halo around my head
and i am unable to escape the feeling of flying
everything i touch turns to pearl
love spills from
not the cracks in my innocence
but from the old wounds where i’ve allowed myself to heal, but not harden
some days
the waves wash over me, and i let them
others
the tide is in my hands
either way
the girl in the mirror
blinks absently back at me
because she didn’t know how to breathe underwater
but she will soon learn
i am counting on her