the perils of people pleasing
There are days when
I feel empty
When I should feel full -
Like the blood drains from my heart
And my chest starts to collapse.
But the room is radiant and joyful
Bright and abundant
And I look around and wonder -
If my surroundings have
Sucked the life out of me?
Brought me to slaughter?
The sacrifice for everyone else
To have a good day.
To London,
The saying goes
London calling
but I rang first
and kept it ringing
followed the line
across oceans and land
packed my bags
came holding hands
soon fell out of love
with the wrong man
broken in two
without a plan
suddenly single
I was brand new
open and honest
to finding you
fell head over heels
for this bright city
for all of its flaws and
all of its pretty
turning corners
your streets caught my tears
my vulnerable moments
and all of my fears
you watched me fall
you watched me crawl
until I stood tall
because of it all
my spark caught fire
and tore through the night
the winter was cold
but I was alight
five seasons in now
summer has shone twice
I have done my dues
I have paid the price
we found each other
London and I
solid ground for my feet
and a never ending sky
A little piece about moving countries, breaking up, finding yourself and beginning again // I have always wanted to move to London but when I did, a breakup wasn’t part of the vision - I can tell you now that it was the best thing that happened - because I got to live London for and by myself, like the little me had always dreamed of.greener grass
many a conversation I’ve had recently
spent glorifying the neighbour’s grass
wondering how they’ve kept it so green
level, plain, simple, lush
and seemingly thriving
in harsh summer sun
I asked them what it looked like
along the fence, on the side where
you cannot see from the street
that side that gets kept in the shade
and is a perfect breeding ground
for those climbing weeds
where you need reinforcements
or to pull with your hands and knees
This one is simple - I was jealous of what I saw in comparison to what I have. But this was my own friendly reminder that every beautiful garden grows weeds, there is always a corner where something is swept out of sight, and nothing or no-one is perfect.delightfully dangerous
describes that feeling
when you are living by intuition
moving with instinct
and suspending judgement
exercising your power
releasing your spirit
and feeding embers into fire
an unstoppable energy
that sparks uncontainable
pure joy
Written after a glorious catchup with a friend - where we celebrated sex and sensuality, confidence and confrontation, power in our femininity.