I can feel the burgeoning swell in my chest

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“Input” by Idea go courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

an expansion

making room for you

amidst my grief

A longing has surfaced



a door opened in my mind

the gateway to my heart

Tears threaten

wondering what will be

whether futility will mock

so I cling to signs

Symbols of mutual feeling

where there might be none

since you grieve too

Wondering if this knowing

resides only in my imagination

Awoken by the complete trust

fearful that I’m already falling

Hopeful that you feel it too

If not now, then one day


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Fatal Recognition

Images bombard me,

plumes of butterflies

whenever I see

your beautiful face

All day long

The fear evaporated,

obstacles pushed away

knowing the inevitable truth

Drinking in every encounter,

awash with certainty

Breathless with anticipation

I yield.

© mypastmademe.com 2015


The energy has shifted,

my defences down,

revealing something of my true self.


I am alive when I think of you,

yearning to lay beside you,

listen to the story of your life,

soothed by the lilt of your voice,

transfixed by those amber eyes,

lifted by the strength emanating from you,

protected in a way I have never known before.

You still and awaken me


I am left powerless,

the allure enveloping,

the endearment of your quiet vulnerability


It is only a matter of time

and I no longer wish to run.

© mypastmademe.com 2015




Abundant Gifts

Pink Cosmos Flower Close Up by criminalatt courtesy of www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Pink Cosmos Flower Close Up by criminalatt courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

To speak of the beauty of a flower

swaying in a breeze

is to breathe the essence

of everything I think I am.

To wonder at a branch

adorned with buds

is to recognise hope

proffered by the future.

To stop and marvel,

be thankful for all that is

must be my goal.

Forgetting ego,

diminishing others’ judgements

… save for those I love.

© mypastmademe.com 2014

Creature of Flight

From the ‘Fog Day’ collection ©www.carolinehascapturedit.wordpress.com

The mists of my mind are lifting

The future becomes distant

  as it should be

Focus attunes to the present

  where I find it hard to be still

Struggling to recognise

  the opportunities before me

Yearning to stay grounded

I should not be running towards tomorrow

  where romanticism robs me of clarity

  and mortality heightens anxiety

I should be digging a trench in today

  where life glitters with hope

  and reality holds out the hand of happiness

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012

Blind Vision

Sky by dan/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I can hear the billowing whispers

blowing past me,

through me

The soft kiss of trust is elusive


When I look up I see blue skies,

a blaze of dreams,

my future

So I look ahead

and gaze at now

Where no-one stands

no means of letting me down

plunging asunder

No gate

No key

Just a molten myth

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012

Sugar and spice …

World Nature3 by Danilo Rizzuti/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

My future does not reek of sorrow

The tears will not well and pool

Excitement beckons

Dreams to fulfill,

  successes to reap

Caresses to wrap myself in

A blanket of warmth,

  of safety

Tomorrow is sweet,

  but today is sweeter.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012


Last train to Realisation.

Door Open To New World by basketman/FreeDigitalPhotos.net









Enough now.

Time to live.

Time to grab life with both hands.

I have emerged from the darkness,

  my cheeks glistening,

  my conscience clear,

  my heart full.

Prosperous I am not,

  but riches I am blessed with.

I can follow my dreams,

  walk into the sunset

  holding hands smaller than mine.

Together we are happy.

Together we are invincible.

Alone is a word I no longer recognise.

I am Mother …

Hear me sing.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011