#january patterns

[kindnessisstillhere]

Bad Days

There’s always someone.

Even at the worst of times,

When I’ve left my desk to cry,

There’s always someone,

Perhaps they’ll listen,

Or just check I’m okay.

They might offer a hug,

And a snack for the day.

There’s always someone

When I just want to be my blanket,

To curl up and hide away,

They’ll crack a joke

Or just relate with a smile.

There’s always someone

Even on the worst of days,

Even on small bad days,

Telling me to breathe,

Checking in if we pass.

There’s always someone

And sometimes that has to be enough.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Beautiful Nights

There’s a chill in the air,

And the trees are looming,

But I’m as safe as can be.

Perhaps these streets are dangerous,

Perhaps I shouldn’t trust a stranger,

But the moon is full and shining bright

And I’m  enjoying the stars light.

The plants appear to glow

I pass them while I wander.

So I pause, and breathe so easily,

How easily it is was relaxed,

When safe and calm within the world.

I love this time so much.

Even as my neck aches I’m looking up,

Up to all the joy that’s coming, 

Up to a future I dream of,

And up into a star filled sky.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Cold Nights

It doesn’t really come after hard days,

Just after tiring ones,

Where your mind has been stretched

And everything feels wretched.

That’s when you get the shivers,

Say you must be feeling cold,

But really it’s weariness growing old.

So you put on fluffy pyjamas

Perhaps have a scorching bath,

Do anything you can to just not think,

But still spinning thoughts sink.

It’s not that the weather is cold

Although it might be so.

It’s that you’re tired, exhausted,

Drained from so much of life,

But under the blankets,

With soft lights aglow,

You can allow the time to rest,

Accept the sleep you really need.

Still your mind with candle light,

Don’t let tomorrow be such a fight.

And rest now, sweet child.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Good Nights

It’s not life kicking me when I’m down

It’s too much going on until all is stress.

It’s not that the world has grown too loud

It’s my schedule getting more and more a mess.

But once my door has been shut tight,

And my curtains pinned closed for night,

I feel those worries, fear and all,

Melt away to hear sleeps call.

To fall within our chatter and mundanity,

Calling me out of that insanity.

Perhaps my days are adrift in a ruthless sea,

But peaceful nights are just waiting for me.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Good Friendships

Tomorrows will be easier,

The toxic stays in your mind,

But the good slowly changes.

The good friendships, of equals,

Of people who like to be there,

Of supporting and listening,

They mean so much to me,

But are hard to focus on to long.

It almost feels like bad counters good.

I had a great friendship at this time,

But the one with so and so over-weighed it.

I remember them for years and years,

Those bright lights shining out,

Small moments of wonderfulness,

Cheery time I wish to return,

And people I’ll happily stop and chat with.

Good friendships live in your heart,

Remembered by your emotions

but the bad fester in your memories.

So I’m going to remember through love

And try my best to keep doing so.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Good Talks

Wow, that’s a loaded idea.

Sometimes a good talk just relaxes you,

Chills you out, makes you forget your problems.

Other ones solve them, break them down,

Put the pieces back in a better way,

Build bridges between disagreeing people

And hopefully resolve a lot of problems.

Sometimes a great talk says nothing at all,

Just a moment of quiet, few words spoken

Yet everything said perfectly understood.

I can’t write about good talks for there’s too much

Too many types of talk encompassed in just two words.

We load words so heavily.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Colourful Nights

I picked up my pens again,

Looked through the needles and thread,

let an idea begin to grow once more.

It’s been a while since a thought like this,

A thought of you really can’t stop me,

And I’m gonna show you how.

So I picked up my pens in the midnight hour,

Grabbed a notebook, my materials to scour

And scribbled away, shapes, forms, ideas,

One layer at a time letting it grow.

My bed left just a surface,

Something I’m sat on, leaning against,

Balancing everything to dry or wait.

With paints and fabric, ribbons and clay,

More wild than ever comes in light of day,

Who cares for missing hours of cherished sleep

Here’s the madness that ever I try to keep.

I’m a creator in a physical sense,

Left to long and I was getting tense,

But now ideas have formed and grown,

As dawn approaches success is shown.

No rest befell my eyes that night,

But looking down I love the sight.

Another creation held so dear

And my passion for it all once more clear.

Now it can be set to one side

As sleep takes my morning as its guide.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Cold Days

First heavy frost of the year,

Coming far too late,

I might be glad that it’s here,

But my hands preferred the wait.

Already to wear wear more layers,

Hide in blankets all day long, 

Simply trying to keep warm,

Then ice is biting at my song.

Two pairs of gloves,my fingers froze

And ankles got a chill.

Then slowly slowly slowly goes,

I’d prefer not to slide down hill.

Perhaps with ice and frosts around

My bike could use a break,

Still self-reliance is my choice

Until an injury ice makes me take.

For now I’ll brave the frost red hands,

And cycle to work and back,

Hoping no misjudgement lands

Me collapsed on my back.