#100daysofpoetry

[brezaniaoriginal]

When the sadness waterfalls, I will let the salt cleanse the wounds I cannot see.. and dance parties be the hospitals I heal in. I will, let the people who offer, help me and if I need more help; I will let the medication help me... I forgive my body for being a machine after all.. I forgive my memory, for being the covered door to "pop" ajar no matter how many times I push it shut. I forgive myself even if I am the last person i want to forgive. wherever I have come from, wherever I am going, I will remember the present as the only place to start. Today is a good day to wake up and be great and to have gratitude for the restless pump of my heart; for the way it does not know how to hold back. I will exhale, I will begin to do the same...

Sabrina Benaim- A Prayer/ A spell 

And to Sabrina... My broken, Shadowed by window paned glass heart thanks you for all your words of creativity, love, hurt. Thank you for creating something to ground myself in from days, nights and months of darkness.

Published 20/09/2017, Button Poetry.

[brezaniaoriginal]

5 Days With You...

14/05/2019

Five days,

Of Hurt, worry, hope and love... It never starts with day one, so day two becomes my first, filled with worry and a shard of unforgivable hurt; that could soon turn our lives upside down and inside out. An idea of a future of nurturing something that will never have a head start to whats coming on this dying, war struck earth... Day three a formation of an imaginary heart. To think something could be so constricted to time and a race of thought to save or to destroy life itself. 

The blood itself forming a terrifying ordeal.. Will it form for destruction or a new life?

Day Four; A forbidden fate.. I wish it wasn’t you! An anger filled cry leaping, quite literally jumping on my heart strings balancing between each pump of life sent from inside the home you may call me... A clock ticking for decision and morals to preserve life or take and destroy another.

Day Five: I was late but you were never there... Joy filled from pain and depression an explanation for my future ahead. A grain of sand added to the days of life: non-constricted to a human other than myself. A Flow filled of life, that was never there but one day I will have those days with you...

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 4th March 2024

Loudness in low light . . .

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 2nd March 2024

There's something mythical about these two . . .

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 1st March 2024

I wish you could hear the susurrations.

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 29th February 2024

I will admit to enjoying the odd peek into someone else's life . . .

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 25th February

Sounds from the coast . . .

[philippawriter]

Photopoem shared 21st February 2024

Stormy day verse.