A couple of poems about letting go

because it’s the last day of winter

Another Facebook friend (who I also know in real life) blocked me the other day.

Not sure why.

But when you’re as outspoken as I am, it’s just how it goes. I refuse to live any other way.

Anyway it got me feeling a little miserable and contemplating why people end up leaving your life and how you deal with that.

It’s something I’ve always struggled with.

So I wrote these two cheery (not) poems. I could have saved em up til I had a few more but today is the last day of winter and as such, it feels right to let go of that energy.

I put these two poems out into the universe thanking winter for the lessons it teaches me - about accepting when something is dead, not clinging on, seeing beauty in the bleak - the bigger picture and trusting the process.

Spring is on her way with new opportunity, new people to meet, places to see, new spring in my step.

When I am stripped to my bare branches, pruned back, I am best equipped to grow, flourish and blossom.

And so are you.

Crow’s Nest

I realised I could not mend

The mast of every rotting ship

Most were just fair weather friends

Destined for a different trip

And sometimes, it feels colder now

Their muffled words would comfort me

But getting older shows me how

There is a peace in dignity

I analyse from new perspective

Observe their cruise from this crow’s nest

Are we drawn to be destructive?

Do we choose what we know best?

I see the others, dots and loops

Kaleidoscope of symmetry

Patterns ushered through their hoops

Slaves to their conformity

Bodies skew to curves and angles

Voices fuse, a blurring noise

Circuses of human tangle

Reduced to miniature in size

The view from here has no distraction

Each sweep of sunset says goodbye

The bleed begs not for my reaction

I’m left with black, unblinking sky

Hardening up

Hardening up

What else can you do?

When the boulder of world

Keeps on bludgeoning you

When you spy pristine shore

But miscalculate rocks

A place looks like home

But they’ve changed all the locks

Others stay in their cold

They can’t handle your heat

And instead flog their gold

To the fakes in the street

So you let yourself soak

Like a conker in vinegar

Vow you won’t let them

Get under your skin again 

Does it feel any better

When you add this new buffer

Does life still taste bitter?

Are you ever enough?

My soul craves her cushion

My eyes beg to rest

Heart light searches, a cuckoo

Seeking her true nest

No!

I choose not to harden

I refuse to grow tough

Softness won’t be bargained

I am made of pure love