From the grasping hand
Sand will seep
The very thing
You want to keep
From the grasping hand
Sand will seep
The very thing
You want to keep
‘I’m confident in my abilities and feel very good about how I handle things. In other words, I got this.’
You can’t go home again
To whispered words
Or bitter accusations
To sibling fights of old
Either killing each other
Or playing hard until the sun goes down
They said it would all end in tears
But cuddles always stopped the crying
And then, sometimes
Parents in tennis matches
Bickering with the umpire
Getting caught in the net
Another day, of making ends meet
Ends either not quite touching
Or too far apart to be tied together
You can’t go home again
To things said or done
Or not said or done
To what could have been
But now, will never be
You can’t go home again
To the silence
And the cacophony
To the contradictory
And the hypocrital
To the elephant in the room
To the realisations you made
To the understanding you came to
You can’t come home again
To the wisdom that is now
It’s another time and place
Home is where you are
Right Now.
‘Neither of us spoke, partly because it was safer not to speak; and partly I think because the beauty of the starry heaven had taken hold upon us both, filling our hearts with thoughts too big for words.’
If you are old and you are a piece of furniture – you’re vintage
If you are old and you are a book – you’re classic
If you are old and you are jewellary -you’re antique
But if you are old and you are human – you’re just old
Abolish Ageism
Hello
Sad Eyes
How are you today?
I saw you in your low mood
I hope you’re okay
Haven’t you come too far
to quit now?
Don’t give up now
Don’t get lost before you win
Look up
Sad Eyes
Please don’t despair
It’s really not fair
To do that to you
I need to ask
How are you feeling?
It’s not without meaning
I understand, more than you know.
Sad Eyes
Please don’t
Please don’t cry
Can’t you see the sun shining
In that cloudless sky?
Who took your light away?
Who did those terrible things?
Did your hope go
In the darkness that life brings?
Maybe, together
Sad Eyes
We can mend
your broken wings.
‘I withdrew from places that are preoccupied with winning and losing.’
‘The Courage To Be Disliked’ – Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga
The truth is hiding
isn’t it?
Deep in the shadows
Under the bed
On top of the wardrobe
Inside the drawer
Behind the mirror
The truth was hiding
wasn’t it?
In the flowerbed
Among the daises
In the corner of
the garden shed
Tangled in webs
The truth was never hiding
was it?
It goes out in broad daylight
It walks in the sun
It throws the curtains open
Sits on a throne
For all to see
Takes centre stage
In your living room
You can’t escape
its looming face
Shouting and screaming
its head off
The truth is in plain sight.
‘There was a lot I still had left to discover that night, when I was lost and felt God in the desert. But I knew that I wouldn’t let the darkness consume me. Even in the darkest night, you can still find so much light.’
We can’t unsend an email
Unscramble an egg
Take back what we said
Bring back the dead
We can’t uncry the tears
Blank that written page
Reverse that move
Rewind our age
We can’t put the genie back in the lamp
Uneat that cake
Unabsorb that toxicity
Make truth from fake
We can’t unopen that box
Break the paradigm
Mend the mirror
Go back in time
We can’t stem the tide
Undream a dream
Unsmoke the fire
Unsee what we’ve seen
Too many CAN’TS
In this world, for you and me
But what CAN we do?
And what CAN we be?