When I give you more,
you need more
There’s nowt as funny as folk
You niggle
Then, hands clasped,
with smile, and half-there, appreciation
squeeze the breath from me
You spring into life
and blow out, into my face, encoded
puffs of smoke
Can’t stand your unreal fuss
when I wheeze
You pretend you care of my upset
Smoke messages, that you intended
to be loved by me, the most
I’m not here just to appease
You take more
I should be grateful
It would be nothing for you,
You stagger away, wounded all-of-a-sudden,
as I choke
But, a photo of a girl I love
A knitted hair band, real, treasured moments
A hand to hold
The hands of Hope
buried in the everyday, the ‘insignificant’
Everyday kindness, and gentleness,
makes me smile
And they all thought, in desiring ‘genuine’,
that I disturbed the quiet life, of no questions,
The social front and the lets not talk about it
In a world you have to keep..
and post
Purple knits and eyes twinkling, in smile
Go beyond sealing up what you broke
They go into the bank that my heart
will compile
A laugh and moments of human
It’s the little things that hurt me
And the ‘little’, joyful (big) things
and knowing they are coming
The mini, and silly
Of ‘nothing’
(When I’m never nothing)
That always, and never, mean the most
Because, there is an end to nights
where my brain fights me
and my sensitivity becomes my suffering
Your hands, my heart
The days when heart warming can’t reach in
and cuddle me
I’m alone
and in the dark
I need warmth, to be felt
This resolution that I can cope
Walk on the beach, a golden retriever smiling
Connection with a stranger, mysteriously,
and safely, now familiar
The minuscule, magnificent moments that help me the most
The fact that you exist
Your smile, your happiness, contentment
Your, and my, hope
They help me, as I put the pen down
and all the voices, tiny glimmers
Growing into enormous shimmers
You are more than just little
and to me, little me, will always be known.
Gripping my skin and closing it together
You never know you played your part
I will never tell you
But there was a whole journey
you are unaware of
An internal dialogue that went on an
adventure
To grey, misty
The stitches, that knitted into me
Like folktales that shifted into my being
and the life within me, that re-woke
Boundaries blue
Purple of true resilience
Knowing I can do this
I have before
Because there is beauty, and human
and real and authentic
The magic moments
of nothing
The nothing spun with hope..
..
..
old poetry
..
my words
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