Dear Little One, I am sorry that we are failing you. Helplessly standing at the side-lines as your world tumbles in around you. Despite the shouting and protesting from those who can see what is happening, those who can make a difference remain silent, either adamant in their support or whispering their disdain with the… Continue reading Dear Little One
Category: My Writing
All good here
“All good here” comes my reply. My brain on auto-response carefully curating the short, simple reply. Just three little words. Three little words slotting into another layer of a regulated dam built to hold it all back. But that’s not what I really meant to type. What I really wanted to say is… I miss… Continue reading All good here
Take my hand
Take my hand, I will hold you tight. That mask you hold is deep and thick, hiding your true self from all who look. I see it getting heavier, weighing down on your innocent mind and little body. Those tiny fingers drumming, hands and feet rhythmically moving, discarding the lights, the voices, the noises that… Continue reading Take my hand
Broken Soles
“Not even a kiss goodbye” my lips coyly poised as he leaned forward and took hold of the handle. The heat of his breath intimate against my face. The door opened out onto a gravel yard. A pathway made by the back and forth tracking of different comers and goers lay ahead. “Happy Valentine’s Day”… Continue reading Broken Soles
Wee Bubble of Books 