Category Archives: Life Lessons

The Too Tired Snail

The snail struggled under heavy load; Each worry he would carry, and they weighed. Mounting worries weighed him down, so he slowed; He worried he would not get far today. The added worry left him feeling grey, But he knew, … Continue reading

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Adolescence

Was the face he saw his? He no longer knew, The bits that he recognised Seemed very few, Between angry raised spots And through tufts of a beard There were glimpses of him, Though he felt and he feared He … Continue reading

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The Shoes of Others

Each step was painful In an unforgiving world; One in which he felt unable to be his true self, Preferring to inhabit an alien body And mind More to the liking of the world at large. But wearing someone else’s … Continue reading

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The Philosopher [sonnet]

His life felt like an itch he could not scratch, Each day he tried, of his life, to make sense, The puzzle pieces, jumbled, would not match; He sat on pause, when would good times commence? With time though, he … Continue reading

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Day by Day

Sometimes it is safer To begin days at the end To determine where they’re leading, Are they foe? Or are they friend? If we know where they’re headed, And if we know they’ll end well, It is easier to manage … Continue reading

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Ashes

Ash gathered in the grill; A pile of broken dreams And memories lost. Starved of oxygen The flames withered and died, Tortured memories grew cold And she, Spared her past, Went on to grow happy and old.

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Perfectionist Painter

He thought the work complete, But imperfect. He daubed on more oils, Swirls of reds and greys. His paintbrush traced delicate lines In viscous tar. Each stroke would be the last, He vowed , A final touch To make the … Continue reading

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