Check out the video for Shame on I swoon over fictional men's Facebook page. Yoga, mindful breathing, positive visualisation; tried them all but here I am still popping that daily pill without a moment's hesitation It's crazy how dependent I've become on this pill not even the size of the nail on my thumb How having Monday's pill … Continue reading ‘Shame’ – poem
A therapist once asked me what shape was my anxiety, told me to look deep inside, push aside my guts, lungs and heart to find where it resides. He sat, one leg crossed over the other, and stared at me expectantly. "I guess...I guess it's shaped like a hand," I said as I glimpsed it … Continue reading ‘My anxiety’s a hand’ – poem
One of my latest pieces (originally published on Mirakee).
There are days when you might feel that to some people your existence is a curse But know and remember this one truth; you're so wanted, loved and needed And I hope that one day the clouds will part and you'll gain a true sense of your self worth For anyone who needs a … Continue reading Curse – a poem
Today is National Poetry Day and since poetry is what brought my boyfriend and I together, I figured a sickly sweet love poem was apt ;D
Meet my constant companion; we met when I was in my mid teens Tell me, what do you think? Was our union simple coincidence or something just written in my genes?
This is my first attempt at a performance piece of poetry. It's not good, but thought I'd share it anyway. There’s this stigma surrounding mental health As though talking about it, admitting that you’re struggling Somehow diminishes your worth, who you are and your sense of self We live in a society that tries … Continue reading Stigma – a poem
I'm part of a writing group called 'Mirakee' and every day, a challenge is set or a prompt is given. Today's challenge was to write a thank you letter to a person or object and I decided to write a thank you letter to a handful of negative people I've encountered in my life thus … Continue reading Thank you – a poem? A stream of consciousness?
Those moments in which we'd simply gaze at one another Were moments in which we became something other We became more than partners, more than lovers We became something indescribable with our souls uncovered.