Her Legacy.

Coming from a place of Fury. Never go to sleep with an angry mind so I saved it for waking up on my side of the bed.

Move two steps and three paces backwards, doubts plague me. Dementia ‘s grey cloak veils all I want to retain in my head.

The sheep get weary before I do.

I watch them sleep.

Wolf-like I want to smash through them. Fangs connect -impact on bone and tissue -a red massacre.

I need colour in my life.

This visceral creativity is swallowing me whole. I’m in the bottle – blurred images are all I see on the horizon.

Spin the bottle,maybe I will land in a place with less strife.

Cramming  in mouthfuls of

anxiety,

 self-loathing,

head battering, assault weapons of thoughts.

I’m bloated to the state that my discontentment leaves me, like a sleepy wide-eyed owl – manic in my state – shoving in fistfuls – I need to lucubrate.

Nothing sticks except the whiff of the end of a successful selling day at a  Parisian fish market.

I am the babe the market seller gave birth to. Times up for this broody bird to incubate.

Cord snapped with a fish gutting knife. Abandoned the moment money exchanged hands.

Only enough for a Meal for one. Survival is my greatest chance. Nurture myself and hone in on any innate talents now, so I can control the succession of Fates brass bands.

It is my birthday. I get one day to shine. Tomorrow I could be slapped away with one salty breathe,  inflicted wounds forgotten with yesterday’s newspapers headlines.

I came into this world with the cards I was dealt. I can cry a Seines- full of tears for the life that could have got caught up in the catch of the day fisherman’s net lines.

I refuse to be that inmate -on a bed of foliage, with one glassy eye, staring up at you. Doesn’t matter how well you dress me up – my fate is not to be found in a 5-star Michelin restaurant.

Grill me, poach me,  puree me- see what happens when you try and throw me in the oil fryer.

This amphibian has wings of hope.  Higher consciousness has blessed me with a generous grant.

I soar above all the conventional career options for my kind.

I will never be normal and for that, I will not apologise.

Evolved -a hybrid.

I have to decline your maverick binds.

Today I walk with two legs  and two eyes looking forward. Destiny is a start and thanks to you, dear mother,for letting me find my own way.

 I took my life into my own hands – my heart beats with passion,drive, ambition and the fear.

I have made it this far – so either stick by me and support me in what I do or feel free to stand out of my way and go astray.

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Published by Daisy

'Words are my everything' - JonWayne . Writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & free style works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate raising anti stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facillitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Lltd Natasha was born in South African & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi autobiographical creative non fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light , peace & Love!

44 thoughts on “Her Legacy.

    1. Thank you Sheldon. You make me feel rather special. Thank you again. 🙂 I will be visiting again. I’m just super busy at the moment. I hardly have time to post or blink. lol …. Catch up with you soon. 🙂

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  1. DiTW..Do you have an algorithm for this (or any chance you can try to express this mathematically) please? Don’t worry if not, but it might be an interesting challenge to explore this numerically. I tried applying my binomial formula but this comment box doesn’t take super or subscripts or other symbols so I couldn’t add my attempt! Take it easy gal…best wishes as ever 🙂

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      1. Yes. Amazing how my Bella doesn’t like to leave my side! Ha. I have also got a busy few months coming up. I’m a bit scared but I once I get into the flow I should be fine. I should have more quiet time with Bella going to full-time school in Sep. I don’t know how I am going to balance blogging with the rest of my life -so I need to prioritize. I guess we all have the same kind of life balance issues .

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    1. So true, Rob. Writing helps. None of this happened to me or anyone I know of. I was frustrated with a certain community but I chose to rise above it 😀
      If I feel I am being ignored or not feeling good in myself ,I find writing is a powerful tool and much better than ending up in prison – ha ha!

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      1. Hahaha 🙂 I’m still laughing as I type 🙂 It doesn’t work for me either. Mine would probably just wait for some music to start playing so they could start the party-complete with a disco ball. Next thing we’re all dancing and there goes sleep out the window haha 🙂

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  2. This is a beautiful piece of article that you have composed. I could actually immerse myself into the lives of two different organisms – a fish and a human! This is great! Keep writing! Keep inspiring.

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