A Vision
A terrible heat
the desert covers our land
longing for raindrops
A vision of the sea comes
the feeling of a river
Today
A languid feeling persists,
yet I find the strength to arise from the couch.
Pain in places often unseen,
yet you wouldn’t know that I feel this way.
Longing to share my suffering,
yet I don’t want to burden others with illness.
Pretending I can have it all,
yet realising that often it is a struggle to live.
Taking all of the pain and suffering,
yet knowing that there is help along the way.
Something Extra
I had deroofing surgery in my left armpit on Friday, so everything has been up in the air.
Hidradenitis Suppurativa has been a part of my life since I was around 11, yet I didn’t get a proper diagnosis until my mid-30s.
I’m so pleased I found St Vincent’s Hospital Dermatology Unit in Melbourne; they’ve changed my life.
I’m sure I will find inspiration in some random happening or photograph, and I will be back to posting regularly soon.
Snowflakes and Sunflowers
My Winter’s Heart.
You saw apricity within my soul,
or was it a silly projection?
Your Summer heart.
I felt your wild sunflowers
blooming on my skin.
We came together;
Winter and Summer collide.
You said the snowflakes are peaceful,
I said the sunflowers are kind.
My Love
For I found you in the forest,
you with your ancient arms and legs.
When I found you, there was silence,
for we did not need to speak.
For I found an ancient tree,
and
you taught me so much about love.
With the Sea
Far from the traffic
We stop thinking about time
Daydreaming away
Now that the sea is so close
No whispering from afar
A Sleepless Night
Noisy Cockatoos
Vocalising their feelings
Feeling so frazzled
My mind is like a blue screen
The Cockatoo says reboot
Alone without the Sea
The sea is too wild
the waves are crashing loudly
so unnatural
You boycott walks to the sea
you sit alone wondering
The Amber Girl
She was my sunshine girl,
full of light, flowers, and bee stings.
When I saw her in amber,
my eyes were never more opened.
She might be somewhere,
yet she is no longer in my old life.
I think of her often with a smile,
to have been the one with an amber glow by my side.
The Rosewood Tree
Deserted
a lonely tree grows
Tired
waiting by the rubbish
Troubled sleep
awakened
The tree is bleeding
the last urban tree
My Dying Leaves
My dying leaves
the Autumn of my life
the Winter of what might have been
Maroon leaves crack and crumble in my hands,
dead before I touch them
I long for the place I cannot find,
the leaves know of not of this place I cannot find
Neither do I
Was it from the past or the future?
I cannot find it
The curtain may close before I get the chance
C & K 