Home sweet home is my place where I hide
My escape from the world, safe inside
Shut my door and feel free
To be comfortably me
And relax by my own fireside
Home Sweet Home
Tag: poetry
My Hug in a Mug
Drink my tea from a lovely big mug
Don’t sip delicate mouthfuls but glug
With a satisfied sigh
Enjoy mood-boosting high
Love my internal, tea-flavoured hug
Wishing My Life Away
While the years have gone by all too fast
Age-old heartaches still linger and last
Wish I knew of a way
To erase them today
Sweep away all the hurts of the past
JusJoJan: Seasonal
Every winter I close myself in
Wrapped in layers keep cosy within
Mugs of steaming hot tea
Heat the lifeblood in me
Warm my heart until spring can begin
Fly…
The word brazen does not describe me
Too ashamed and too guilty you see
Inner world cuts up rough
For not being enough
Wish my heart could fly happy and free…
My Review of 2022
Guess it’s time for my annual review
Say goodbye to twenty-twenty-two
And I have to admit
This year’s been really shit
What will next year hold? Don’t have a clue…
New Year’s Eve again, and I’m not sure how I’m feeling about it…
I remember seeing in the new year for 2020 and looking forward with a calm curiosity to whatever might come my way, but that didn’t turn out so well as the Covid pandemic soon took over almost everything nearly everywhere across the planet, killing many thousands of people and leaving others seriously debilitated and struggling with ongoing poor health.
A year later I remember seeing in the new year for 2021, knowing I was about to be made redundant from my job (another Covid casualty) but hoping for a better year to come, then testing positive for Covid a couple of days in to January (Delta variant, pre-vaccination) in the midst of yet another national lockdown that eventually lasted through until spring.
By last new year’s eve, I already knew that several ongoing situations meant that 2022 would likely be a tough one, and sure enough it has lived up to all expectations. Family issues, health and otherwise have dominated one way or another, but thankfully we’ve all got through it and we’re all still here, alive if not necessarily kicking.
So I can’t help but wonder what 2023 has in store? I hardly dare hope for a better year, things still feel quite ominous at the moment and yet again I’m being made redundant at work, but I want to feel upbeat about it. I’m not a great one for resolutions but I suppose if I aim to focus on finding the good in whatever bad shit comes my way, then surely that’s the best I can do?
One thing’s for sure, I’m not going to work myself up into a tizzy about it all – we are where we are in life and the future will be what it will be…
Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Tizzy
Indebted
It’s one thing I’ve always regretted
The feeling of being indebted
So I pay as I go
Cough up now what I owe
Stops me facing the future upsetted
Anger Management
White-hot heat writhing
Squirming hatred swallowed down
Anger turns inwards…
Muse
Muse…
I’d love to feel artistic every day
Portray my world in sweet poetic rhyme
Write wistful words to bat the blues away
Syllabic sounds set comfortably in time
Draw inspiration from the daily grind
Paint out a life that’s filled right to the brim
With images that sparkle in the mind
In colours bright instead of greys so grim
But harsh reality strips all veneer
Of happiness inspired by fun and play
However hard I try it seems quite clear
I’m simply not created in that way
My world feels dulled with misery and gloom
As dark clouds of depression fill the room…
Oblivion…
I hold tight on this flawed fairground ride
In a maelstrom-bound fast-rising tide
Fear just won’t go away
Gains more power each day
Keeps me taut as a wire insideHow much pressure-warped time must elapse
Before internal tension just snaps
Things spin out of control
Panic drowns out my soul
And my hold on life starts to collapseWithout warning I feel myself fall
Lose my balance with sickening pall
Like some nightmarish dream
Things are not what they seem
My reality nothing at all…
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