words that are my own
If only I had done better
If only I had tried harder to
If only
But at times I did do better
But no-one saw
But I did it for me
So that when I was feeling that I could have done more, I remember there were times when I did
A reminder that regret is almost futile
And ‘if only’ is just two words
(Sometimes) when confusion is the queen
The rose petals she scatters hesitate mid air and then change direction
floating to the side a little
not sure where to land
So she scoops them up again
quickly
and throws them up high
randomly
Down again fluttering pieces red and pink
Other and thither not bumping but not too far apart
A breath of air disturbs , almost chaos when confusion is queen
She like to laugh, not in cruel amusement but in a delight of sorts that control is lost and that chasing the petals is futile… but fun
and maybe , occasionally, they will land in a pattern 🥀🥀
I awake and I cannot breathe
the weight is on my chest and the vice is clamped around me tight
I cannot breathe
I take in air and the sound whistles in my ears and
I want to cry out for more air
precious air
I can hardly breathe
Then I realise ‘I cannot breathe’ is a lie because I am still breathing
Its just not so easy
somehow
amidst the gloom
amongst the debris
we must find a little light, a glow, a glimmer
at this moment in time though, we need a glow, a bit of warmth a hug from a soft light
a gentle guide to pull us through
did we dance together yesterday
or was it in my imagination
a kind of hope that maybe it was real
that we danced
maybe sang even
together?
world of words 