Athena

03/02/2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Athena is home

The temple alight

old structures in dust

at her feet. She raises

her head to the sky,

in thanks. She calls

the artists, the singers,

the peacemakers, the poets.

Come out to play,

it’s our time now

Sing, dance, rejoice

Warm your face

in the rays of the sun

Breathe deep, deeper,

Deeper still, awaken

all of your senses

Let them lift you

higher and higher

and follow your heart

All the way

to Paradise.

She rose from the dust

03/01/2021.Reading time 3 minutes.

You’d never have dared

If I hadn’t been on my knees

If I wasn’t already broken

You wouldn’t have the guts

To look me in the eye

As you played with your fly

You wouldn’t dare approach

a woman like me normally

but when my carcass

was weak, you swooped

in like a vulture, dragging

me to the depths of hell.

Where you reside

and then in shame

I hid too.

Using your perceived

position of power,

to prey, to pounce, to violate

my shattered mind

With your lurid intentions

Framed as banter, patter,

Words, just words

but words, that ripped

more flesh from my bones

traumatising my soul

While I was experiencing

grief for the loss

of the woman I was

for this stranger

I didn’t know yet

She was my best friend

The only one who knew

everything, all the shadows

All the light, all the joy,

All the pain, all the love,

All the stories written

along the alphabetic

rollercoaster of my life.

I was still enduring,

battling through,

Learning my strength,

Rebuilding myself

Writing a new chapter

In the book of my life

Getting to know who this

New me was going to be

To adjust my mind

My heart, my soul,

My body burned

with unseen flames

My head exploding

with unheard screams

My heart still cradling.

shattered dreams

You were given a butterfly

To hold, to be gentle with

And your role demanded

You take care of it,

And instead, you crushed

A butterfly’s wings

So fragile, so delicate,

so light and in it’s place

rose a dragon,

forged in fire

yet unconsumed

by its power

She rose from the dust,

Flying, stronger, wiser

than ever before

So if you think

for one minute more

I will carry your shame

You are wrong

I am crying my last tear

As I write this

Testament of truth

to the woman I am

and the scars I carry

A woman strong enough

to endure, to grow, to learn

who loves so deeply

that loss and pain

brings her to her knees

and with every fall, she rises

Over and over again

To love some more

and cry too

but never again

over you.

.#WritingforFreedom #emotionalhealthmatters #writeyourownstory #LetitGo #Thisisme #iambrave #MeToo #Shame #Notminetocarry

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The Constantine Cathedral

02/22/2021.Reading time 1 minute.

In the Constantine cathedral

Drowning in a flood of tears

Scars still weeping,

Demons still creeping

And yet….there is light

More light than ever before

The way was clear

Choose faith, not fear

The pain was excruciating,

Writhing in agony on the floor

Lifting her head from the ground,

She reached for the heavens

It’s your way now, she whispers

I’ve nothing left to give.

Please she begs…

Can you forgive?

An unworthy sinner,

A proud woman…

a broken girl.

Save me, she pleads

Set free the dreams inside of me

Release me from my bondage

The light expanded

And the atmosphere changed

Electrified and vibrating

With a higher power now

It was done.

The past gone,

The future scribed

In the Constantine Cathedral.

The Devil came to Town

02/19/2021.Reading time 2 minutes.

The devil came to town today,

Riding in a black limousine

Appeared right in front of me

Like a scene from out a dream

He appeared at the Piazza

Know the one at Paisley Cross

I tooted to say hello

but I was at a loss

Was this really happening

or had I lost my mind?

I knew I’d just claimed

my inheritance divine.

Was he there to deliver

or try to buy my soul?

I was expecting to receive an offer

of some fool’s gold.

The lights turned red

And the devil did obey

As I sat there behind him

wondering what I’d say

He turned to the left,

up Causeyside Street

I wondered was it really me,

he had come to meet.

Pondering all the places

where did I think he’d go?

Just at the wishing well

I would finally know

Right outside The Welly

He pulled up the car

Would he make me an offer

To become a star?

Just like in the movies,

or written in a book.

If you don’t know the stories,

You’ll find them if you look.

I’d looked for him before

When desolation struck

But even with the devil

I was outta luck!

Walking up to meet him

Smiling like the sun

Did other people laugh,

or was I the only one?

I laughed so much

I couldn’t help greeting

Nobody would believe me

If I told them of us meeting

So out in the light

a kind stranger I did ask

“Would you my friend,

perform this small task?”

He took a wee picture

of me with a beamer

Is this the real life,

or am I a dreamer?

Her Story

02/16/2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Her name was there,

written in the book.

She knew what they’d think

when they chose to look.

She laughed out loud,

knowing what they’d say.

She knew what they’d think

so she blew all her cares away.

She laughed even harder

with every page she turned

She sighed with relief

as she felt the fire return.

Seeing her story right there,

unveiled before her eyes

She smiled in anticipation

as she fully realised,

Even the burdens are blessings,

ordained before conception

In her mind, a reflection

of the sacredness,

of the words written

revealing her story

in all its glory,

from beyond time

in the book of life.

Bitter or Better?

02/15/2021.Reading time less than 1 minute.

In 2020, we learned To Be a bit better, but did we learn to be a bit better or become a bit better at being bitter?

#ThefallofBethar #BetterorBitter #AHistoricalRomance #FutureLove #NewDimensions

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The Harp Plays

02/15/2021.Reading time 1 minute.

When the band got back together,

We wept, tears of sorrow.

As we said farewell to those

who had lightened our eyes,

lifted our hearts and

unburdened our souls.

We said thank you for the music,

Thank you for the songs,

We’ll see you again before too long.

We shared their messages of hope

With the world and ourselves

When in darkness,

we struggled to cope.

Now they sing from heaven

Serenading every day

Listen you might hear them

as the harp plays.

Encoded messages,

backwards and forwards

throughout time

For us to find

when the time’s divine.

By David’s side we sing,

Raising our voice in praise,

Singing songs to the world,

Bringing peace to the days,

and joy to the land,

as one by one, we return

to walk home, hand in hand.

Twenty Twenty

02/14/2021.Reading time 2 minutes.

The time the sun went down and all of life walked in darkness. The year the world crashed into starkness. The moon still shone, lighting the night and we tried to survive with all our might. Shadows walked the Earth, some even danced but most of all, fear kept us entranced. The torch was lit but it was dim, it was time to look within. Cast out the demons until only truth remained. Accepting it all, even the pain. The dragon flew and the fire burned, that world now gone, would never return. Imprisoned in darkness, she discovered her light and now the promised land was in sight. Follow the signs, the path is clear. Keep moving forward, don’t worry my dear. Keep heart and keep standing tall, shine like the sun, on one and all. You’ve come through the worst and the best is yet to come so lift up your voice and sing to the sun. Dance round and round like the stars of the night and always try to do what is right. Have faith in tomorrow and in you too, remember often to make time to love you. Spoil yourself once in a while, laugh when you can and through the tears, smile. When the rain comes, rainbows shine through, a chorus of colour to serenade you. Join them in song through the joy and the pain, for flowers to blossom, it takes the sun and the rain.