We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is part we choose to act on . That's who we really are
I guess you could call me broken,
says one. I’m still lonely, says another,
but now I can name it with a song.
In my poem, says another,
I can forget I am forgotten. Now
I understand being misunderstood,
says another. And another says,
in a bold, undeniable voice of power,
I won’t step down from myself again.
And they are beautiful, beautiful,
standing one by one at the mic
where they have come forth at last
from behind the curtain.
I’ll always
belong
to myself
even as many times
as I’ll try to give myself
away
and as many times
as someone else
will try and take it
I’ll always belong
to myself
and you’ll always
belong
to yourself
unions
are not formed
by giving yourself away
but by coming
together
two minds
two hearts
two flames
two contributors
two architects
building
their mad
or sadly sane
worlds
together
I don’t want to be
you
and I don’t want you
to be
me
the beauty
the love
comes from our
acceptance
of each others’
souls
They say there is a reason.
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason,
Will change the way we feel.
For no-one knows the heartache,
That lies behind our smiles,
No-one knows how many times,
We have broken down and cried.
Gone from home that smiling face,
Those cheerful, happy ways,
The heart that won so many friends,
I bygone Happy days.
We want to tell you something.
So there won’t be any doubt.
You’re so wonderful to think of,
But so hard to be without.
We cannot bring the old days back.
When we were all together.
The family chain is broken now,
But memories live forever.
Autumn 