#february times

[kindnessisstillhere]

Time to dance

Dancing is an expression of joy,

Or a workout I did when young.

It was releasing energy wildly,

But pulled in tight by classes.

There isn’t much to dance about,

But still I return to it more and more.

No time set aside but randomly taken,

A song comes on and I move.

Sometimes still sitting, laptop pushed back,

Usually jumping from my seat.

All to move, move, relax, let go,

And let my movements jerk or flow.

Who care to perform I want to be free,

So when music declares time

Up I’ll jump into line, taping my feet.

No there isn’t much cause to dance,

Not in this home, these streets,

But I’m making the time

And making it all mine.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Days of challenges

Everyday has its mountains,

Be it getting out of bed,

Or figuring out something new,

There’s always a challenge to do.

Some days are worse,

Issues piled on troubles,

With something difficult to flavour.

Those are the days we fight,

Fight ourselves and the world,

And eventually move past.

Those are the days we learn,

Quickly, painfully and enough to curse,

But the challenge teaches us,

Whether for better or worse.

[kindnessisstillhere]

A Single Breath

There’s a moment of suspense,

Of all the comprehension flooding in,

Between concern and joy,

Between joy and heartbreak,

And you always breathe it in.

Even just between words and response,

We breathe and wait the next thing.

Just breathe, and let the last thing occur,

Patient for another to come.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Once upon a time

I wish I could make a fairytale of my life.

Tell the stories, the dangers, the trials,

Wrap it all up with a happily ever after.

But life has never been like that.

If I survived one trial another came along,

Be it physical or mental echoes of the past,

There’s always been something to battle,

Even if just in my mind.

But Once upon a time is a dream I’ve lived.

We all lived ‘Once upon a time’ in dreams.

Those memories of perfect summers,

Glazed by rose coloured glasses of memory,

Where all seems serene to begin,

Then the trials arrived to test us.

Once upon a time the family was happy,

And Once upon a time a child was born.

Beginnings are easy to remember as perfect.

Life rather runs away with the rest,

And no future is perfect until death.

I can’t say what happens then,

But in life there is no happily ever after,

Not for people listening to the world.

[kindnessisstillhere]

A hundred years from now

The future is a far flung thing,

Speculations are all we have,

And all we really need.

I don’t care what could come,

Only what is being invented today.

Today shapes tomorrow,

Like a Potter shapes their clay.

Molding and transforming it,

On whim as much as on knowledge.

But a hundred years is much further,

The world would be tranformed anew,

A strange place whatever comes.

So I’ll wonder at the echoes the remain.

Will it be our buildings still,

Or various stories we’re writing?

Would graffiti move to galleries,

And council estates become museums?

A hundred years from now a mystery,

Of many people forgotten to time,

Perhaps I am one of those,

Destined to be remembered only in family.

That’s such a comforting thought.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Hours of joy

Joy doesn’t need to be constant.

There doesn’t need to be a stable,

But it should always be present somewhere.

All our emotions should be

But joy is one I see as vital,

Whether it’s a sorrowful joy,

Mixed emotions over happy memories

Where no more of the kind can come,

Or the vibrant joys of unforgettable events.

Joy stopped being a goal to me,

When it became an undercurrent to life.

Sure currents come and go like tides,

But they remain passivel present.

And I just need to breathe a moment,

To find something worth joy.

Life is made up of hours of joy,

Ever merging with other emotions

And seeking them a worthy task

For every ready mind to take.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Minutes of laughter

My mirror asks me to laugh,

And imagine a penguin.

The laugh was from a weekend course,

The penguin a book read last week.

Both make me smile or giggle.

Even a little makes me feel better,

Makes my day seem brighter.

I love to laugh when I can,

Or smile widely any chance.

It makes my heart sing,

And everything lighten.

So I’m looking for those minutes,

Unpredicatbly wonderful

And absolutely ridiculous

Where people can just laugh together,

Crack a joke or be outrageous,

In wonderfully absurd ways.

Just to increase the minutes of laughter.

Just letting out a hahahaha

Or a tiny hehehe to myself.

Well it’s a silly little thing,

But it makes on heck of a difference.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Instants of Love

University was learning where is safe,

Who, in the moment I said I was struggling,

Told me to come to stay with them,

And Who I would do that for in turn.

It’s an instant of feeling loved, protected,

And none of that came from romance.

It’s a friend insisting on getting a cake,

Because no response fits emotional pain,

Beyond comfort, and a sweet treat.

It’s in the breath you take to calm,

Before a reaction you don’t mean happens.

It’s a small note or letter sent,

Just because of a thought or memory.

We care so much it’s never noticable,

Yet makes each day a little brighter.

Those seconds of love for one another,

Caring for each other in gestures.

They’re my favourite things to remember.