Peaceful infusion

Heart Shaped Cloud by tokyoboy courtesy of

Heart Shaped Cloud by tokyoboy courtesy of

The once fervent grasp



has loosened.

Wilted by the sun

drained of vigour


The focus turns to self

  diffused of anger

  infused with peace

  bemused at the past.

The predatory pain quashed

leaving my heart free

and my dreams alive.

© 2014

One person, two journeys …

Serenity by dan/

I thought I had come so far and learned so much … but I have begun to realise that I actually know hardly anything and still have such a long way to go.

There is the journey of life – with its ups and downs, daily pitfalls, and hopefully joyous moments in abundance – and there is another journey taking place within me: one of understanding and acceptance, the path to finding peace and serenity, forgiving myself and being more forgiving and encouraging of others.  There is much work to do.  I need to find the right key for each door, and in the meantime rid myself of this anger and transform it into love.  There is no place in my life for anger any more … no rhyme or reason, and no excuse.

I was not born with anger and I don’t want it to live within me any more.

© 2011

Far from calm

It’s been an emotional week and I have been far from calm, hence this posting and a couple of others … a flurry of activity from pen and mind   🙂

He comes with the darkness

  when the vapours of calm

  are sucked away

and I am left in a vacuum

  of nothing

He storms within me

  a tsunami of rage

  that I have to fight to quell

The waves are borne of anger, hurt, confusion

  and they froth at my mouth

  pick at my soul

I don’t understand

  why these things happen

but I don’t question,

  I don’t regret,

  I don’t pity

For I am blessed

I am loved

I am whole

© 2011

The clouds that touch the ground

Wonderland by Evgeni Dinev/

The clouds are touching the ground

and I am swallowing the fog

The mist tangling in my hair

empty words stuck in my throat

Arms flailing, hands scratching

There are more helpless people in the world than me

but my sympathies are crushed

And the anger grows

fuelled by unfulfilled wants

watching others with bitterness

as they pretend to suffer

I don’t ask for much

yet I feel greedy

I’ve been here before

but I can’t remember the road home

Where’s the outstretched hand to save me?

Before I am engulfed

by those clouds that touch the ground

© 2011