Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Stretching out her hand she smoothed the tiredness and fatigue comforted me when I was down, flicked away the frown A hand that reached into my heart, reassured me we would never be apart and I was free, to be just me A hand that held me as I wept …

Hidden beneath the cotton pale blue folds of her burqa, Aisha’s head rests in her hands. Eyes closed, crawling into herself, hoping that once opened her world would look different. To be Ok as she is, how she wishes to dress, to become who she wants to become. Live the…

It’s not me I can guarantee A sigh of relief exhaled through her lips Hands on her voluptuous hips Head bobbing from side to side, eyes turning away At least she’s okay Looking on with a vacant stare, without a care A homeless man holds out his hand, “can you…

Caution: Horror Scenes — The enemies I’m speaking about hide discreetly within vulnerable emotions. Hanging off the sides of hearts jeering at the softer, quieter emotions below. Yellow protruding fangs, cat calling whipping up a frenzy below. Blowing putrid smelling breath, fanning the flames, igniting Anger’s wrath. Fear taunts innocent bystanders with its evil…

How the brain sabotages our dreams — Excited with the prospect of change, Philomena for the first time in ages felt alive again. Flirting with the prospect of a new life, a chance of happiness; her heart fluttered inside her chest, a smile spontaneously spread across her face. She could see everything so clearly the blur of…

Until, You Lose — Glistening with sweat the players see victory in their line of sight, the roar of the crowds spur them on, hopes soar; winning an ever present flag whipping in the wind. Fatigue saturating the layers of their bodies, steady as the drizzle of the rain, yet not dampening their spirits. …

Life is better that way — Ocean view Close my eyes smell the salty sea air, open them, see the crashing, frothy waves in front of me A child stands before me picking up tiny stones between nimble, equally tiny fingers placing them methodically into a red bucket Sand castles constructed, teeny hands gingerly patting the…