Fine Company

Sparkles shine,
beyond red rosy gates.
Twinkles above,
deep insightful states.
A joy-filled screech,
a high-pitched whistle.
Noises that ignite,
burn bright and fizzle.

Views clear and open,
like a gull in blue sky.
No need for quick fixes,
those wings take you high.
Surrounded by love,
accepting of all.
Words honest and heroic,
you sure grew up tall.

Cold Walks Home

Footprints slice a trail below, 

bitter melt breath seeps out.
Hands buried deep like rabbit holes,
a hidden tremble shows no doubt.

Abrupt air forces tense judgement,
frowning the chin upon one's chest.
A drawn out whistle blushes skin,
the thick of it has us blessed. 

fragile beginnings

gentle 

like it's something new

follow
but take control too

touch
move in a bit closer

breathe

welcome this safe shelter

when it was spring

i miss that breeze

between my knees
days in the park
that fresh green sneeze

i miss that warmth
trees with blossom
spotting clouds
with a grass-stained bottom

i miss those sounds
nature calling
birds and bees
was it all a warning

i miss the mind
that was free
careless thoughts
the younger me

Unfortunately, not this time.

Scrolling through pages, 

adverts, new roles.
I apply here and there,
to reach new goals.
It seems pretty endless,
and not much to taste.
The responses I get,
feels like education was a waste.
The experience you want,
I can't just get from a book.
Time to switch off,
feeling numbingly shook.
An opportunity - soon to arise?
I'll prove my worth,
in every disguise.

Let it Show

You are kind, 

they say to me.

You are important, 
why can't you see?

You are strong,
in this world you will grow.

You are beautiful,
be brave,
let it show.

Toast

Egg, cheese,
bacon with beans.
Butter, you nutter,
marmite some will mutter.
Brown, white,
ketchup or mayo light.
A slice,
one cup of tea,
morning's good to me.