
#blog 1st Birthday



the truth that
you have gone
is like
the cold sweat
after a nightmare
it pierces the numbness
to thrust
the cruel reality
upon me


she was a sunflower
turned her back to below zero
gave her all to the sun
whenever she bloomed
she radiated life and enthusiasm
today
the relentless frost
finally defeated her
a scrunched up sunflower
hung by a noose
her spirit was crushed
with no mercy
– In loving memory of A who lost her fight with PTSD on 25 October 2019

(Two Sunflowers – Painting by Van Gogh 1887)
the ocean mist
descents on my skin
like
you caress me with
droplets of kisses

Slow Dancing In The Dark – Joji
she is
1% of
the population
she is
a major outlier
falls outside
the data fences
she is
the wind
that slips through
your fingers
she is
a masterpiece
fits only for
gallery display
she is
as warm as
the sunshine
as cold as
an ice sculpture

