‘If I told you I care, I still do
. A person can only be told ‘to go away’ so many times before they must act on a person’s wishes.
It is called respect. It doesn’t mean that person doesn’t care or has changed their mind.
It does mean that person is doing what they need to do.
It doesn’t mean the heart does not suffer-.
the mind must navigate a lost heart back to a place where some sense can be found.
To leave an ungoverned heart loose, in a world, that professes to and propagates reason over emotion
would be to condemn the heart,to a lifetime of insanity: a world of no sense.
*poem inspired by making a word cloud of words I associate with nature*
Greed begets Intelligence
Animals rapidly become extinct
Beliefs about climate change
Ignorance – our children blame the seasons.
A pregnant pause, enlightenment shakes its head in disbelief.
Woe, our animals
Woe, our children
Woe, nature has become the beast.
Mortality balances out death
A rebirth of natural feelings causes us to sigh with our grief.
Oh, how to let the sunlight in?
Oh, how to bear these storms?
Oh, how to see the silver lining when mist obscures all common sense?
Oh, how will we learn to embrace the purity of snow,
When does our fatal flaw refuse to allow mother nature to get her way?
First appearances people see the peak of an iceberg
I’m frosty, aloof and alas, on occasion I am mean.
If a person wishes to explore more of my make up they’ll find layered depths of frenetic intensity.
I have secrets of a history spanning over decades often feeling I’ve lived for centuries.
Am I immortal?
I’m merely human, don’t you see?
Occasionally, my demeanour melts at the sight of past enemies.
I’ve learned to be durable
Have the strength to endure a life span of over three decades.
An incredible feat, don’t you agree?
When poorly I’m cold
Under the sunshine, I bask in the glory
Honoured to feel;
Honoured to acknowledge I too have victories.
Oft I catch people off guard with bursting shouts, Look at my glee!
Inner confidence harks, Don’t underestimate me!
Many moon cycles left behind in the dark.
Startled by spring to be reborn
Nature is cruel
Thoughts of how can I summon up the will to carry on?
Life drags on a lit cigarette hope rapidly distinguishes
The light I can barely see.
Life stamp me out,
a frazzled repressive voice alien to the world.
This is how I feel!
A weedy, nondescript Daisy,
If it turns a head to the sunshine I bloom into a true flower
Wild and untameable.
I was born to be free
I wasn’t born to conform to the expectations of some society.