Years and years ago You whispered to me What if…. Somehow you are faulty You are different You cannot do what others can I listened to you I stood back and felt afraid What if you were right What if I lacked What I needed to succeed I lost trust in myself Every bad decisionContinue reading “Doubt”
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Trivial legacy.
I’ve walked through a few second hand shops this week. Today I went to a vintage market with rows upon rows of stuff. It struck me that once upon a time all of these things meant something to someone. At the very least it belonged to a person. I observed the trinkets and T-shirts. TheContinue reading “Trivial legacy.”
Happy
Sitting here with half a glass of deep red Malbec I’m reflecting on today and what strikes me most is that I felt happy. Yesterday evening I planned out today on a handy app called Structured. Today as these reminders popped up I found myself enjoying having a plan. By nine o’clock this morning I’dContinue reading “Happy”
To Write
I love words, especially written words. Since that very first time when I read a book it ignited passion in me. That love has never diminished. Words can transfix me, excite me, sadden me, inspire me, change me…the list is long. Writing words is a whole different story. To be the giver instead of theContinue reading “To Write”
Nothing
I try to thinkMy thoughts scatter like windblown cloudsI try to feelMy emotions are in lockdown too far downI try to prayMy words are an anguished cryI try to reach outMy self protecting walls are too high Nothing. I’m caught in a vortexGoing nowhereNo growthNo goalsNo achievementsLittle hope Am I in a desert?A valley? ThisContinue reading “Nothing”
Restoration
Dimly I realise that something is happeningThere is a painful scrapeOh, the pain!Oh, the relief.A layer of heavy toxin lifts of me I always knew this wasn’t who I amMy true self buried under the layers that others applied to meYou should act like thisYou should look like thisYou should love like thisYou should… UnableContinue reading “Restoration”
Birth DAY
The sky is a glorious blue and the sun is shining on this day in September. The day of my birth a mere forty four years ago. My family is around me and blessing me with their smiles, kisses, words and gifts. My mother and father phones me and we connect over a video callContinue reading “Birth DAY”
A Storm
It’s 23:44 pm and I’m cuddling under a soft fleece in the dark. Outside ferocious wind and rain is battering Britain. Our home has mysteriously started howling lately when the wind blows. Where it comes in or through what it blows I don’t know but it cries out like a haunted house. I can hearContinue reading “A Storm”
2021
In one hour and ten minutes the year 2021 will be no more. I find the way we try to organise time interesting. No matter what date, hour or minute time remains unaffected. It marches in rhythm to a silent beat capturing our lives in moments. We build our lives around our concept of time.Continue reading “2021”
Island Mission Part Two
A Trojan and Camille short story. Trojan woke with a start. Silence filled the condo they were sleeping in. A quick glance at the alarm clock showed it to be three in the morning. What woke him? Camille was sleeping unaware next to him and he was tempted to ignore whatever it was and driftContinue reading “Island Mission Part Two”
Clara Berge 