Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

No Fear, Ha!

Waiting for a knock on the door, delivery

It has taken almost six weeks to arrive

"Customer service" has a lot to answer for!

Although, it has served well as a distraction for me!

Now, only a day away, I'm more than a little anxious

As silly as I know it to be, I've never claimed to be rational!

Little boy is finally organised for while I'm gone

He nicely reassured me "There's nothing to be scared of mum!"

(He conveniently forgets gripping the armrests white-knuckled.)

Logic makes an appearance occasionally, but it never stays

I sound like the stereotypical "irrational woman", that's okay

I am a completely irrational woman, logic and sense has gone!

I am joining the millions of people who step aboard each and every day!

Monday, July 18, 2005

Mind Meld

A little apprehensive

A little lost for words

A little concerned

A little relieved

A little annoyed

A whole lot of something

I'm just not sure what...

Friday, July 15, 2005

Could You

I hate this

Hate missing

Hate wondering

Hate not being able

Hate not having a choice

Hate that it gets to me this much

Hate thinking that it may happen again

One I can maybe live with, two would be fucked

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Silent Respect

I'm watching, as I'm sure many of you are too

Shocked and disgusted that we can do this to each other

How much pain are we really capable of inflicting

I feel for those there, those living the nightmare

I sit here reminded of those who've lived it before

Recent years have seen so much horror and destruction

The pointless deaths of people like you and me

By the few undeserving of the title "human"

Blame will fly, the wrong people targeted daily on the streets

Ignorance and bigotry born out of a state of total fear

Sadness and pain unable to be expressed through words alone

Sunday, July 03, 2005

I Can Dream

We lay together, your arms wrapped around me

Your fingers drawing lazy circles upon my stomach

Our breathing synchronising as we relax

The gentle touch of your skin on mine soothes me

The caress of your breath on the back of my neck comforts me

You slide your hands slowly up and down the side of my body

I feel your lips brush lightly across my shoulder

Then your tongue glides up my neck

I hear your breathing, now shallow and quicker, beside my ear

My heart races just under your tender touches

When I turn to face you our lips meet instinctively

There is no clumsiness, our movements are natural

Our needs, our wants, our desires take over

Our tongues continue to play as our bodies become closer

My hands exploring every inch of your body knowingly

Time stands still as I take you in, the perfect fit!

Friday, July 01, 2005

Growing

I lay here quietly with eyes closed and listen to the rain

It falls freely from the sky above mirroring my tears

Reminding me of broken hearts and recently inflicted pain

My mind awash with memories of betrayals through the years

Scars new and old unveiled here for all to come and see

The healing process continues with the dawn of each new day

No task too hard for eventually I will set myself free

And the bright rays of the sun shall slice through this grey