My Poems

The Time of our Arising Me too, me too, me three, me four Facebook feeds are saturated with the voices of the aggravated Women all around the world, joining together with their banner unfurled "This [...]

Wounds we've all got wounds the tender places inside that ache and ouch the places that hurt to touch and sometimes these wounds are just too much to bear overwhelming to remember so we do what [...]

Sometimes... Sometimes the darkness descends, the despair, the anxiety, the shame all the thoughts of should've, could've all the turns taken that presented you with a closed door, a solid wall. Sometimes the darkness feels so [...]

It's Time It’s time sweetheart, Time to cast off your paupers clothes, Take off your stinking coat of inadequacy, of shame, of guilt Hand them to me and let’s watch them burn and dance in the [...]

Will I ever stop? Oh, how I fool myself- endlessly caught up in the game of seeking, clinging, grasping, for certainty, proof, knowledge so that I can stand on solid ground, be okay, a somebody, feel safe [...]

In the Swirl In the swirl of anxiety, contracted fear, nausea in my stomach. Panic streams through me, Where to turn, looking for safety, for someone, anyone to help me Swirling, turning, needing to do something, [...]

Do you Dare? Can you bear to face yourself without your masks on? Without your pleasing face, your fixing face, your sham of strength? Do you dare to turn in wards to meet yourself? To turn [...]

If only you knew... If only you knew that the tear in your heart, the place that hurts so much that you do anything you can to avoid it, to numb it to pretend it's not [...]

All of us are naked All of us are naked; all of us have been brought to the floor, Pain, fear, grief and rage have left their indelible mark on our tattered bodies on our grief-stricken [...]

It's Time It's time sweetheart, Time to cast off your paupers clothes, Take off your stinking coat of inadequacy, of shame, of guilt Hand them to me and let's watch them burn and dance in the [...]

Into the Cave This precious group of unravelling souls, blindfolded we tentatively creep forward with outstretched hands, stumbling into the forgotten caves of our discarded selves, of our stone child, our abandoned selves, our shame and [...]