Life is one big, long on-going blur
Everything goes past us so quickly
We vow to do more and to feel more
But do we ever really open that door
In our darker moments we make the pledge
But the mundane of life puts us back in the box
Back in the lemming box of normality and ritual
Hoping our inner Jack will pop out of the box
To really live, love, laugh, talk, bare souls, watch the stars
I don’t want to be Jack in the box
I want to be Jack out the box….
Come on… it’s just a lid at the end of the day…
My day is full of dreams and wishes
I wish for this and I dream of that
In between the mundane and routine
I lose myself to somewhere, anywhere
To the things that make me happy
To the things that make me remember
I remember the smile you gave to me
I remember the love that came with you
The happiness we had on those lazy days
The life that seemed so simple, so free
All that crazy love you gave to me
I dream of those happy times
I wish you could come back, I miss you
Dreams and wishes..
I find myself so sad & melancholy this day..
For today I got the news no one wants.
The news a lovely friend has had to bear.
Given 2 words that instantly change everything.
‘Brain tumour’ – such sickening, visual words.
Words that instil anger, fear and pain.
Anger that someone so lovely is gripped.
Fear at the thought of her battle ahead.
Pain in my heart for her & her family.
She gives out so much happiness to all.
She makes people laugh and smile each day.
It’s so hard to understand ‘why her?’
She has a husband/children/grandchildren.
There’s a battle like no other before her.
But she’s a fighter & I’ll shower her with healing.
Shine bright my lovely, funny, kind friend.
I am so much richer for having you in my life.
We’re all fighting with you and for you. xx
Me: ‘Hello again lovely Tuesday’.
Tues: ‘Hello Helen, my dear friend’.
Tues: ‘What do you want today?’
Me: ‘Well, I want to be happy Tuesday’.
Tues: ‘What would make you happy today?’
Me: ‘Hmm… big Question Tuesday!’
I stop and think of my choices.
Me: ‘I think I want happiness itself’
Tues: ‘But happiness surrounds you my friend.’
Me: ‘Then I think I want love Tuesday’.
Tues: ‘But you are very loved dear Helen’
Me: ‘ok, I shall ask for health dear friend’
Tues: ‘But you see/speak/hear/think/walk & laugh’.
Me: ‘I’m going to ask for peace then Tuesday!’
Tues: ‘You have peace inside your soul Helen.’
Me: ‘Thank you for I now know what I need’
Tues: ‘But you need nothing my dear friend’
Me: ‘Agreed, but I do need gratitude Tuesday’
Tues: ‘Yes my friend.’ x’:
She’s here again..
Like a long, lost friend.
But I know her so well.
Yet she is new once again.
I wait for her to arrive.
I even long for her to come.
I awake & feel her there.
And I smile as my friend returns.
My old but very new friend.
Friday…. I love you so…
It prods and nudges you even if you ask it not to.
You relax, you centre, you breath – it nudges you.
You sigh, you fidget, you move – it nudges you.
You go to the loo & go back to bed – it nudges you.
Why does worry not let you go, let you rest?
In the wee small hours it only grows in proportion.
Grows until you are wide awake with worry.
Then just before dawn you’ll drift off to sleep.
To be drowsily woken not long after by a piercing alarm.
Then you can sanely realise it isn’t a big worry at all.
It was just the night monsters at play once again….
She’s up and she’s down upon the seas.
She’s here and there upon life’s swell.
She bobs along pretty well on her journey really.
She’ll hold her course when the storms appear.
She’ll watch for harsh winds and adjusts her sails.
She never forgets the storms that come her way.
But she’ll nod and say ‘I’ll just sail into another day’.
She wants to sail a calm and loving sea if she can
She wants all to sail a calm and loving sea.
She’s not perfect, she’ll tell you that herself.
But somehow they want to fold away her billowing sails.
They want her moored to an old harbour wall.
But she’ll never be moored and never be tied.
She’ll cast off, unfurl her spinnaker and fly.
But she’ll wave to them all tied to the harbour wall.
Eyes opening, finding my way again.
My way through the little mist cast.
Cast by others to sadden my journey.
But that mist is their mist, not mine.
I look inside and see bright sunshine.
So I shall sing along my own little route.
I shall dance and smile to my own little tune.
Cast your mists my way if you must.
But trust me, I’ll always shine through.
My friend is the one who knows my silent voice.
The one who knows I need to walk a quiet path.
A path soft and peaceful and verdantly green.
The one who peacefully walks along side me.
Letting me rest, letting me adjust my torn sails.
The one who has their hands ready to catch me.
But holds them behind their back and watches.
Yes, you, the epitome of a friend, thank you.
Quietly she listens to the silence.
Ensconced in the silent joy of peace.
She watches the birds as they silently sweep.
She watchest the cat as it silently sleeps.
She silently wishes for all to hear peace.
Pain, stress, sickness all have their noise.
Fighting, destruction, sadness all have their noise.
Peace is fleeting but those far less fortunate hear less peace
than most of us…