From me, To me

In my heart appeared an opening, a shallow dig left empty- an oasis where my troubles once lay. Time did not wedge off the decay that was once there, nor was it a new interest. What made the clearing was the burning of my anger- the flames licking the place where you lay.


This space now unoccupied, I have cleansed myself and announced you gone. Not an easy task, however necessary, as you poisoned my visions and held me captive with your lies. The sleepless nights I have counted and the scars have been displayed- I will wear your shame. All that I rid myself of is the ache you supplied as your serrated words flew across the room and the memory of my weakness as I made excuses for you. That night I cried knowing that it was over, I cried because I worried where you would go and who would care for you- later I cried for my own stupidity.

I had to explain myself- explain why I had morphed into a monster and why violence became my only outlet. Following my explanations I needed to apologise and grovel for forgiveness, beg people I had put in my shadows to take me back, the hardest apology to make was to my values.

When we are young we distinguish right from wrong- and set in stone our values and beliefs follow us thought our lives, as mine followed me through this nightmare I ran ahead so that I did not have to listen to the reasoning, I always thought I knew better. Without my values we grew, only half of me along for the ride.

Four months on and I have nothing apart from my mounding self. All the material objects in the world will never amount to what I have now; Freedom, opinions, dreams and faith.

I will not blame you entirely, even with your ropes surrounding me; I was the leader of my body and decisions, the enforcer of my rage and your enabler. I acknowledge this, and as I own my faults- you leave my mind, you leave my heart and my soul. You are now merely a story I will tell from a chapter I have read.

The empty place is mine.

before the quest

Before as you ripped at my clothes,
gnawed at my breasts
examining my profile
a mandatory test

in me I was a goddess
ruler, above the divine
My solace gone, lying beside your bed


my body the ultimate quest
more than once- your thirst never quenched
Arching in praise, trembling as I called your name
my moans a sector for the game


a chore, mundane
start to finish
Over and over again

Before youre gone

The pain is dripping on the floor
occupied eyes see no more
Time has created the thickness you endured
fields of grey
monotonous beats and blurred vision of your days
questions have run out and answers wish to be told.

Torture of your unknown bleeds from within.
Unseen, unnoticed, unforgivable.
solutions lie within the hushed breath which you supply
no words can be echoed- there is no release.

The sounds you so long to hear have escaped along with her will
the silence has penetrated too far
the murderous suicide is recorded and captured.
Salted tears add a bitter flavour to your departure
Slowly, hushed and still.
Your polluted dwelling felt much like this,
the new darkness is welcomed, let this stillness spill itself around you
open your eyes and breathe.
You are the silence.
And now you are gone

From my place...

Yesterday the sun came out just for me, even though my curtains were drawn-I knew it was there.

My body has finally made piece with itself, and soon the dust will settle so i can start to rebuild on my delicate foundations.
Unsure of my new design; I am going to take my time, and be careful not to rush as I assemble my temple.
Once complete- I am going to ensure I do not allow anyone in who will rip down my walls and recreate me to fit their design, but marvel at my creations and wake up to my imperfections; and still consider me a work of art.

The set back of my 'recovery' is I keep waiting for the gun to go off and life to start, although it never does.
I feel as though i am left alone at the starting line again- with no real skills to carry me through.
I have made my home upon this broad line, too afraid to go forward yet brave enough to never look back.

I always thought of myself as outgoing, exciting, strong, I now however, consider myself to be a phenominal actress. Society is my stage.

With time I will have my temple, not tomorrow or the next day.
When there is no wind and not only the sun- but the moon and the stars come out for me will I rise from my feeble position and reclaim my place.

Behind these curtains, through the gate, down the gravel road, over the commons and across the main road lies my place.
Ready when i am.

no me or i

I seem to find myself engaging in idle conversation, joking and getting out of bed. My mind races- at these moments i can do anything, i can go and work days on end with no break, dance until my feet bleed and fall in love.Moments later if not seconds it is as though i have digested a stone and it hits the bottom of my stomach with a 'thud', suddenly I have raided myself and come out dirty. Nothing seems possible, all curtains have been closed to the world and peoples faces seep into the background, my body feels as though it does not exist yet the pain is present.

Yesterday i cried until it hurt, until my body felt as though it had gone cold.
I tried to isolate each feeling as it swept through my mind, not an easy catch- each thought darker and quicker than the first.
I kept crying out words i now do not remember- i never remember. I never forget.

For a brief second i stopped scolding myself and felt pity, pure sorrow for the ache that pulled at each muscle and made bumps appear on my skin. Hurt punched at my gut when i realised the position in which i lay, holding onto myself. An Oscar Award Winning performance, except mine was real, and it had no motive, no trigger- no reason to invade my space. I hurt for no reason.

Decisions have been made during my 'recovery' as it has been clinically put, i prey they are the right ones.
In my heart i know i need the break, however i worry about the burden i bestow when i decide things for me.
Growing tired of the word 'i' and 'me'- i wish to be placed in a bath and covered with years of soft whispers.
No noise.
No damage.
No me.
No i.

monogamy- for tired shoppers

The novelty will ware off; like a new toy, eventually we will be replaced once the appeal is lost, the glow starts to fade and our uses become mundane. No child is content with just one plaything- adults are much the same.
The dictionary definition of Monogamy is; 'the practice of being with one person at a time', my definition however, is slightly different. In my Monogamy is a word used to describe people who are tired of spending time and money shopping for the 'next best thing' or for those who find they no longer have joy in opening the box and understanding just how their new product works.

When what we have becomes enough, merely satisfying our emotional, mental and physical needs and nothing more. Where the butterflies disappear and we are left partially satisfied. I am starting to realise why many people introduce their partners as their 'other half', reason being is when we enter our monogamous relationships, we often lose the part that drew people to us, and we become what is expected and safe.

Humans are like all toys, they are strong until played with, then with time the faults are noticed and the decision must be made; do we replace what we have for something which could possibly not be as great, or stay with what we have and focus on the aspects which we enjoy?

I admire people who stay faithful- even when the shelves are stocked with something new and tempting, today however my heart is straying from my used goods, i want to go on a shopping spree :p

Knowledge versus innocence

I have two incredible sisters, amazing parents, best friends, partners and psychologists who have grown with me, cried with me, lied for me and i am certain would die for me; none however, know my heart the way one little person does- my brother.

now two and a half years old, he is able to look into my eyes and with one smile, remove all my frustration and dormant tears. No matter the ache- physical or emotional, he is my healer.
My little man, you know so much without understanding, your smile is therapeutic and your innocence uplifting. I only hope i can do for him what he does for me without realising, the gift i wish i could give him is an unlimited supply of innocence. A gift i could only prey for as it is as obtainable as the moon; unfortunately, i cannot protect him from the media, repeated warnings or the things he will experience.

When i was young, riding our bikes in the street was a norm, not a planned family outing; parks were a safe environment not a hunting ground for trafficking and pedophiles.
My parents would let me camp out in the garden and walk to the shop on my own through neighbouring properties as gates were always unlocked and fences used as decoration.
Friends were all one colour in our eyes and if we bled there was no isolation process and lectures on 'why we never touch our friends blood'. Kidnapping, molestation, rape, trafficking, HIV/AIDS and racism were present back then however they were not the topic of every PTA meeting or on every news channel.

Children in my opinion are born innocent, it is our society, safety precautions and paranoia which makes our youth overly aware. To inform the youth is definitely important, they need to understand the severity of today's issues, but where do parents, guardians and educators drew the line on how much children need to know?

Prolonged innocence for my brother is only a gift i could hope for, thus Little man, added to my prayers for you is when life proves to be too hard, you stay as magical as you are now and your smile is never lost!