Your words flying through the air,
Poisoned darts that
Pierce right through the most tender,
The most vulnerable parts of my heart.Continue reading
Tag Archives: prose poem
The Daily Ritual
The silence of the morning,
Broken only by the hum of the refrigerator,
The whirling of the fan,
The chirping of the birds on the big tree outside.Continue reading
Hope for the inner child
This is a prose poem that I wrote at the start of August 2017, as I was thinking about the innocence of childhood, of how that innocence is sometimes lost or brutally snatched away. I was thinking, too, of the archetype of the inner child. It’s the part of us that retains a child-like innocence and purity, that doesn’t always understand the ways of this cruel world. And as the thoughts swirled in my mind, this poem just….wrote itself. At least that’s how it felt! I wasn’t too sure about sharing it, but the more I read it, the more I knew that someone out there needed to read this too. So, here it is.
