Promises were made

in the darkness of shadows.

A reality filling the spaces

between whispered intent.

Oxygen breathing

life into the fiery belly

of a fictional world

where truth is misspent.

Love undersold

in a heartless transaction.

It’s previous owner

removed all the tags.

No longer shiny

it bares the hallmarks of lonely.

Its beauty hidden

beneath a soiled layer of rags.

A marked down emotion

Like a drunk, I sway in the wind,

legs opposing the mind’s intention

to keep parallel to the path.

Only determination holds steady

this march of commitment, amid

a sea of uncertainty walking, a path

cracked and downtrodden,

loose with unfulfilled holes, spilling

desire into puddles.

My stomach creeps up to my throat, seeking

reassurance from its familiar cries,

that a Mother’s bliss could soothe

by the lullaby of youth now outgrown;

unaware that innocence had a sell-by date.

A marked down emotion, now piled high

at the end of an aisle, its tainted promise

offering nothing more than the value of immediacy.

‘Too good to be true’, remembered,

and immediately forgotten

that first touch, that made my world whole.

Am I now vintage, not newly discarded

or merely second-hand perhaps,

to be found by another who has mislaid

one similar? Can a touch become new,

no comparison made to the hands

that knew every crevice

like the back of his own hands?

Life will simply play out, as it should be

This poem was written in early 2012 and I still love it, as it marks a huge turning point for me in terms of who I thought I was, prior to letting go of so much old programming.  There was a new poem in the works for today, but it’s being stubborn and refuses to be rushed…   It promises to reveal itself in full tomorrow.

Happy Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month.  

Love and light as always, to all my visitors.  Sarah xx


Like putty in my thought’s clumsy hands

I lived my life as if creating a brand

My ego controlled, while I hid in the wings

Fearful of saying or doing the wrong things


I knew I must trust, must let go of control

Remove myself from anxiety’s payroll

The Universe conspired and gave me a shove

I shifted from my head; my body fits like a glove


No longer a tourist on the journey of life

I don’t indulge in gossip or strife

I listen to my heart, feel all my emotions

To be and to love is far more than a notion


I feel gratitude and joy, deep in my source

Know my King will arrive on a magnificent horse

I’ve been given the time that I needed so bad

Hadn’t realised it was wrapped in something so sad


I feel my power, I am a High Priestess

A loyal friend and a cracking hostess

Nothing to prove to others or to me

Life will simply play out, as it should be