My Wardrobe

My wardrobe was defenceless

As I set forth on my cull

To strip bare every hanger

To be decisive and not mull

 

Clothes littered every surface

Synthetic fibres filled the floor

From the vintage to the modern

As I emptied every drawer

 

Moth-riddled knits, of old assumptions

Threadbare, unravelling at the seams

No longer held the pure allure

Of their purchase-day, bought dreams

 

Jeans of different coloured denims

Bought to lift and shape and tuck

Promises broken like their zippers

Now in a pile and ready to chuck

 

Of all the glittering dresses

That did confidently project

A shiny armour of pretence

Their own bias, just circumspect

 

Stylish layers of anticipation

To wear close and to the skin

No longer touched, by hands of another

Are now lifeless and wearing thin

 

Too much material to handle

In garments for every event

Just a preoccupied illusion

Of my cloth-made discontent

This Much I Know

Routes are unmapped

And the journey is long

But you’ll know where you’re going

And the places you belong

 

There’ll be choices you’ve made

That you wish to forget

And there’ll be others you retell

Just as oft as you’re let

 

Experiences will shape you

With their pattern and design

And when you join up the dots

You can rejoice and not whine

 

Long days can be followed

By nights spent awake

As you accept your own truth

And you stop being fake

 

There’s no curtain call here

In this show we call life

Stepping out of your way

Is how to live without strife

 

It’s for real, no rehearsals

It won’t always make sense

In a world full of players

Packed crowded and dense

 

But there’s this that I know

That I’ve seen on the faces

Of the people looking busy

As they rush to their places

 

There’s no fixed destination

I repeat, as it’s true

As your meaning in life

Is defined just by you

Slave

Slave to the rhythm

Slave to the mind

Slave to the fears

That riddle mankind

 

Slave to the caress

Slave to the touch

Slave to the feel

That exquisite crutch

 

Slave to the ego

Slave to the goal

Slave to the doubt

That unconscious toll

 

Slave to the minutes

Slave to the clock

Slave to the time

That mental gridlock

I Loved You…

I loved you so deeply

I loved without shame

I loved all your theories

I loved without blame

 

I loved in totality

I loved you with relish

I loved how you thought

I loved every blemish

 

I loved how you held me

I loved how we shared

I loved your good looks

I loved that you cared

 

I loved with abandon

I loved with my heart

I loved how you touched me

I loved how we’d impart

 

I loved what we stood for

I loved how we danced

I loved that you loved me

I loved how you enhanced

 

I loved holding your hand

I loved smelling your scent

I loved sharing a bed

I loved with honest intent

 

I loved all our stories

I loved all that I learnt

I loved you my husband

I loved all that we weren’t

You cannot…

You cannot blame

hypocrisy on those

Who cannot listen

to their own truths

 

You cannot hold someone

accountable to their actions

Until you can be

accountable for your own

 

You cannot see

what is in plain sight

If you vision is contaminated

by your own appearance

 

You cannot claim to be

a philanthropist

When giving accompanies

a powerful motive