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



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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About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator 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 Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & 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!

Posted on May 31, 2022, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 55 Comments.

  1. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll defo check your website out x


  2. Splendid n hearttouching.

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  3. Very well written and powerful analogies presented with impact. Well done πŸ‘

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  4. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘βœ’οΈ WOW… that’s dramaticπŸŒΉβ˜€οΈ

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  5. Beautifully written
    I followed you all the way
    Thank you for visiting

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  6. 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 πŸ™‚

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  7. You write so beautifully 🌟😒😭

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  8. Wow Daisy, that was a brilliant piece!

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    • Hello Stranger. Thank you so much – hope all is well x

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      • All is well sweetheart, busy busy with girls through summer hols, I’ve popped in and out of WP when I need some sanity restored πŸ˜„ hope all good with you too xx

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      • 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 .


  9. No matter how hard we try to put out best face on, sometimes it pisses us off to have to deal with this crap. And then we move on.

    Good job!

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    • 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 πŸ˜€
      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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  10. Your imagery is excellent. One second I was sad and the next I was laughing.

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  11. The reference to the sheep getting weary before you and watching them sleep had me laughing out loud. Awesome post, Daisy! πŸ™‚

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  12. Wonderful writing!

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  13. Another whirlwind! I love it, Daisy!

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  14. 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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  15. Hi Daisy, you were tagged on my blogπŸ’ž https://eddaz.com/2016/08/23/awards-and-tags/

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  16. Lovely and delightful play of words

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  17. BIG HUGS!!!!! Delightful word….’lucubrate’….can’t remember when last I read/heard it…must be a few decades ago. πŸ˜‰ More Hugs! ❀

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