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

Deletion of Fear


Sailing The Memory Stock Photo by sattva courtesy of www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Sailing The Memory Stock Photo by sattva courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net


Inscriptions of rejection are dissolved

The passage of time has healed the wounds

I stand alone, determining my direction

I want to eliminate my past

folding the lessons within

It is hard to keep the walls down

resist the urge to protect

Fear of being hurt again collides

with the courage to reveal myself

The time has come to open the gates

and let someone in.

© mypastmademe.com 2014

Reminder of the morn.

Sun And Sea by njaj courtesy of www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Sun And Sea by njaj courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The sun has set …

a moon of orange,

the prelude to an ending.

Singed with the emotions of today

sleep will journey us

towards another sunrise,

a new beginning

scorched with the memories of yesteryear.

© mypastmademe.com 2013

Vision of certainty.

Sunbeams In Forest by Evgeni Dinev courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Sunbeams In Forest by Evgeni Dinev courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net












There is no logic to the way I feel

No sense

Nor sensibility

I have imagined so many

Across a spans long gone

All who called to me

on a level only I felt

None of whom projected

what I thought I perceived

And I could let the darkness back in

Tread on the glass, drink the fear

but I am bathed with light

The shining realisation

that he will materialise one day

and reconnect to my soul

make sense of the world

and accept me wholly, gratefully

Lucid thoughts

packed away


He will find me.

© http://www.mypastmademe.com 2013


New Year … Restored Hope


Hello all,

So we’re now in 2013 … time rushes forward, taking everyone prisoner.

This year will behold much positive change for me.  No heartbreak … everything healed and whole, leaving me to focus on the daily toils of life, bettering myself and aiming to focus on love, hope and treasuring every day, every moment.

I have many new friends and found some things out the other day about some of them … such problems they’ve faced, such fears and sadness, yet they still smile … some of the kindest and most considerate people I have ever met.  One of them said, “Everyone has a sad story,” and it’s sad that this is true, so all we can do is help each other through things … be that bit kinder, that bit more patient, and in these absent moments of consideration perhaps we will all manage to make the world a better place.

May 2013 bring you peace, serenity and safety.

Rosie x

Glass half full

Sunrise Behind Trees by dan/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

A flurry of confusion has passed

trapped in a dizzying spin,

a cycle of questions

Trying to fill the void

which I myself create

Reaching out to others

though I hold the answers

within myself

No accessories needed

only the miracles borne from me

Life presented an unplanned reality

but this skittle is still standing

defying logic

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012

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