Poetry

When you’re around you’ll find me chewing on my feelings 'till they’ve lost all of their taste, like a gum that turns all stringy, when you enter the room all my colours fade to grey. You’ll find me spiralling and lonely 'cause like a fish stuck in a bowl, my mind is running circles inside my own constructed walls. You’ve got me trapped and I have thrown away the key, it's like I’m punishing myself just for the fear of being me. I’m committing to a crime without a witness

They say hands tell us a story, you can read them, line by line, how you’ve lived, who you’ve loved and who you’ve lost, it’s all out in the open, our hands can show us what we hide. Grandma, if asked to read your hands, if I held them, tracing signs, to look for the narration of your life, I imagine it to feel just like the brooch I found when we emptied out your house, when you said, that now it’s mine. I looked at it today as I attached it to my bag, It made such lovel

Just last week she found a box of old pictures, of younger her, she was holding her hair, that she’d just cut herself, showing it to the camera, like her proudest achievement and older her wondered when was it that she last gave herself some credit without overthinking about what she’d done wrong, just looking for issues, for problems, for flaws. And you probably know of that cliche thought, that when life gets just a little relentless, that’s when we tend to raise our own ba

We hold on to things. Memories from when we were kids playing in a sandbox, digging holes to bury our favourite toys in. Holding afternoon tea parties between chaos and stuffed animals, turning cushions into clouds, grass to pasta for us to serve to friends and family, building towers out of mud, planes out of paper, loving families made of dolls. Taking all that's ordinary and adding a little bit of magic. Isn't that worth holding onto? That restless spirit, that naive min

I promise I'm not always happy Put on a smile, I get all chatty Might even blink at you two times Might even look into your eyes I might...