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I weave my secrets into your fine threads, covering them beyond detection. Allowing me the freedom of expression without the vulnerability of exposure, in endless streams. You accompany my walks in solitude, offering refuge from the encounters I would never seek to face. When human consolation turns its back, you will remain. I […]
It hides, ever present, waiting. It sneaks in, takes its place, for a few minutes, or settling in for a few days, unwilling to move. The weight zaps my strength. It can take more than me to see it on its way. The signs that herald it’s arrival are becoming recognisable. […]
It’s in the moments of our lives, the ones that sometimes go unnoticed. It’s in the feeling that we share, at this special time of year. It can be just a single touch, a soft caress, that may not linger. The words we use can mean so much, if we have chosen them with […]
You never say thank you anymore and it made me wonder why. Why would you not thank me? Is the effort I put in no longer valuable? Are you fed up of me trying? Am I just annoying you? Do you want me to leave you alone? Or have we reached that place now? The […]
Father,
word beginning a prayer
I do not pray,
not in the ritualistic way
that I was taught.
The bonfire petered out.We raked the ashes,it was time to walk away,everything was gone. Obliterating history,in just a single act.We rescued things of valueand ourselves. The people we once weredied within those flames.The future had no map,no plan, no safety net. Image by David Mark from Pixabay Copyright © 2020 Lily Lawson
My soul, black as the darkest nightseeks pointlessly for stars,or tempting fate, the moon,to shed some glimpse of light. I hide myself,and would stay hidden,if sustenance was found there,or delivered by request,but never in this place. I dared not hope,for the freedomof a solitary time,to think and feel without constraint,and yet that gift is given. […]