Blissfully ignorant swimming through lies
Kick off your shoes and bathe in your ignorance
Float across a sea of blindness
Wallowing in arrogance
Blissfully unaware yet easily hurt
Playing the game with expert precision
Relaxing in a haze of bewilderment
Shame nor blame can play a part
A role you detach yourself from
Yet brewing with hate
Ignorant by default
A dulling dumbness
Your toes can touch the shallow end
Blinded by the densest fog
Shielding yourselves from reality
Happily lost in an illiterate certainty
Ahhh ignorance is bliss.
Flutters through my tummy
Flickers of your love
Warming to your mummy
Watching from above
Flutters of affection
Wiggling your toes
Gives me a new perception
Of the life in me that grows
Flutters with ambition
Making mummy sick
Can be easily forgiven
When I feel your precious kick
Flutters of attention
Parade themselves all day
Instincts of protection
Are put on clear display
Flutters in your haven
I have my eye on you
A blessing our creation
Our little baby boo.
Bruises career towards each other
Can’t wait to hurt and wound another
Longing to be the cause of suffer
How long will it take for me to recover?
You think you know someone, you think you know them well.
You feel you trust them, as far as you can tell.
A little whisper, a little laugh behind your back
And trust is gone, in an instant, with a smack
In the face, hard as hell, you feel foolish once more
That you lay open to them as you have done once before.
Where to sit, what to say, who knows when they will turn,
be on your guard, stay alert, protection from their burns
Bitter words shatter hearts and tear apart one’s soul
Just treat me as a human being, treat me as a whole.
Who to trust, who to doubt, for that I’ll never know
For trust can be as strong as Zeus or fade away like snow.
Just trust yourself, then you will know how to live.
This week at work has been the year 6 SAT tests. We have been working up to this point from September last year so for it to all be over is a relief. Not to say the anxiety has totally gone, we still have to wait for the results!
My head has been elsewhere these last couple of weeks. My morning sickness still hasn’t subsided and my headaches continue to appear. On top of that, my right arm has been playing up again; a symptom I suffered on week 5 of pregnancy. I spent last night with it bandaged up. I hope it gets better soon.
I still have the conclusion of Dear Sister to write which I intend to do soon. It’s a shame my flow was broken three weeks ago as I really felt like I was getting somewhere.
I would like to start sharing with you some of my recent poetry. The letters have opened up a new set of emotions, most of which I have channeled into my poetry. Perhaps I could start a May poetry week next week.
Enjoy the rest of your day xx
Shards of speech cut through the air
he strives to wound deeper and deeper
I struggle to breathe
open for attack
words slice through me
piercing my world
penetrating my heart
spent on him
disillusioned with love
trusting the enemy
he clings to my loyalty
measures his love
the rage ensues
arrows of hate dart,
scorned retaliation rapes me of hope
heated incisions damage
already fragile skin
fractured from fury.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
Tomorrow is my first day back at work after a week off. I can successfully say that this was my least productive holiday in the sense that I have done f**k all this week! On purpose may I add. The most work and attention has gone into my blog which has been great. It’s been fantastic to have the time to sit down, especially in the day (normally I blog straight after work, completely shattered) and write. Poetry Week has been a total success. I was wary to post my poetry. After reading so many of my fellow peers’ and poets’ work on WordPress, I was not sure mine would compete in the slightest but each one has received some lovely support and likes. I really appreciate that (it’s still pretty new to me!).
Based on your reactions, I think I’ll make Poetry Week a monthly post 🙂
I do have back to work blues. I hope I do not walk straight back into stress again. The last five months have been extremely stressful at work and home hasn’t been much different. However, I am now more aware of my body and the triggers of stress. Hopefully, with the aid of my new-found breathing exercises, I can maintain and keep my stress levels under control.
Today will be my final poetry post till next month. In March, I will begin a series of letters that I wish I had the courage to write in reality. I am hopeful that it will provide and serve me with a little more closure.
March 2nd is also my birthday!
A dusting of black
A want to cover you
extend my long arm
gentle strokes of darkness
open your eyes
wide and bright
lets illuminate your face
and draw people in
enchanting with feathered flutters
I entangle and separate
unravel each strand
blackened fibres brush
through delicate hairs
Little ocean take me away,
sink my skin into effervescence
through gentle bubbles
Little ocean sweep me away
carry my body
lingering over steamy clouds
filling my lungs
I breathe again
Little ocean glide me away
into the deep
hear the distant calls
do not respond
I’m lost in your power
pulling me further
Little ocean set me free
engulf me with warmth
gratify my wishes
flitting through ripples
my hands make waves
A view blurred
concealed from igniting eyes
a muddied perspective
shunning the light
an image broken
a life torn apart
sheltered and hidden
for her own protection
an identity crippled
a severed heart
her fears realised watching herself
where is her soul?
Beaten and bruised
values are mocked
critical thinking keeps her from loving
compromised by self-loathing
unanswered questions keep her guessing
a tainted reflection
haunts her shattered world.