Your Arms

When you first held me close,
My heart against your strong solid chest,
I felt the hole inside me close.
Your arms wrapped warmth around my heart,
Your arms ignited a fire, a scorching heat.
No words needed to be spoken,
With a simple touch the message was clear.
You held me so close,
I felt the ache within heal.

Your touch felt like magic,
You were my private magician.
You rocked me in a rhythm,
A rhythm of your heart.
Your touch felt like gold,
Pure and stunning in its clarity.
I melted in your embrace,
You melted into mine.

Here we are, twelve years down the road,
We have worn off our soles in these roads,
Here we are, grown up and brave,
We have seen so much and done so much.
Here you are, here I am,
Unshaken and true.

Your arms are still inviting,
Your embrace so tender and true,
My very own private magician.

Rock Me To Sleep

When the pains comes and grip my heart,
When breathing becomes are task of force,
I know exactly what my heart needs,
Whether day or night your hand is love,
Let us take a journey back in time,
Rock me to sleep like you did when I was small,
Back when your arms were reserved just for me.


Your gentle hands, your soft voice,
Sitting at the edge of the bed,
Back and forth, left and right,
Rocking me to a peaceful place.
I need that tonight for my fragile heart,
I need that to chase bad dreams away.

Today was a long day,
I cried, I smiled, I made it through.
I felt pain, I acted brave, yes I made it through,
But now I only need one thing to make it through,
I don’t want to act brave, I don't want to grow up.
I need you to help me through,
Gentle rock me to a land of peacefulness.

A Cry From A Girls' Heart

Her heart breaks with every beat,
her head spins with every thought,
yet she stands up,
she looks up,
and lives each day as if all is well.

She retires to bed with a headache
because of all the burdening
thoughts of the day just spent.
She smiles as she says "goodnight"
to her loved ones,
yet her insides are broken.

She wakes up with a big smile on her face,
she tries desperately to hide the pain,
bouncing into the kitchen with glowing cheeks,
this one has mastered the art of hiding her loneliness.
Many see the bubbly beautiful young woman,
but the mirror, oh the mirror shows her true self.

She spends her days in open spaces,
she lives afraid of her own dark shadow.
She lives her days hiding in a cluster
of faceless people,
afraid of what might happen if she's alone.
She follows the line,
living as the world expects,
but her heart is troubled,
broken into pieces.

Her head boils with every thump,
her sorrow worsens with every stomp.
Yet she gets up, she holds on,
and starts each day with a smile.

Full Circle

Full Circle

 The woman proudly displayed it, as if she could tell the future.

Little did she know her nine months of pride,

were going to be years of pure beauty.

The woman carried him with pride,

I know this because of the results.

You ask me to bet on it, I say just take a look at him.

Because he was carried proudly by a woman on a mission.

For nine long months, days and nights combined,

the hero grew strongly.

For each breath she took, I know he kicked with joy,

anticipating the day he blessed the world with his presence.

Counting hours till he kicked right into this lost world.

No worries, for he will be one of its few great things.

Today its the big day, a hero is born among us.

Call them all, those close and those unknown.

Come see beauty the way only God intended.

But he is just a child, you say.

True, but he will grow into a man, real to the core.

Call the singers, pull out the drums and let the dancers move.

Form a circle, join your hands and don't forget your best clothes.

Light a fire, bring the gifts, sing the night away.

Give him a hero's welcome,

make sure it'll be remembered long after the stones wash away.

Years have come and gone, the world has changed with each day.

We've changed with the wind and floated with the water.

You ask me again, were my predictions true?

I ask you my own, can't you see him shine?

In a world forever changing, a world violent and harsh,

he has only gotten stronger, his light shines so bright.

He lives his life in truth, taking each step with dignity.

He walks like a real man and for those who look its clear.

On that beautiful day, I know there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

On that day God himself was very pleased with his work.

The heavens rejoiced, applause erupted.

But if you ask me what happened that day my answer is very simple.

That day an angel was born, but his halo only shines in my eyes.

Dedicated to m 8yr old nephew...!!!

My Heart Is True

Take my dreams higher,
Live my life stronger,
I will open my door wider,
To fill my life with love.
Run a bit further,
Shout a little louder,
Jump a little higher,
My life is filled with joy.


Take a step closer,
Move swift and quicker,
Rejoice a little deeper,
Let the crowd gather.
I will laugh the laughter of truth,
Let happy tears flood my face,
For today, this heart is true.


Spread my wings and fly,
I will brush the sky today.
Raise my hands up high,
I want the whole world to see.
Stand on the high mountain and shout,
What better way to celebrate this love?
Our hearts beat powerful and true,
There is no fear, no doubt, no tears down this face.

Taking Over A Life

I wrote this as a challenge for a friend's blog, he gives out one word each month and we have to write a poem. I'm posting using my phone and can't give out his link right now but I'll add it later.



A life so easily controlled,
He took my life and made it his.
A dream so cautiously taken over,
He changed it to look like it was his.
Daily shaping me into what he wants,
He changed my face, my clothes, my being,
Making me an image of his dream,
This dream is so different from my own.


Days go by and I loose myself,
Weeks go by and my clothes look dull.
Months go by and he chooses my friends,
Years go by without me seeing my family.
Time flies, he has won.
He has crafted his dream woman,
A woman who listens without questioning,
A woman so lost she never looks up,
The ground has become her daily friend,
For his eyes are filled with so much anger.


I am not me anymore,
Trapped in a body I hardly recognize.
Daily I long for a way out,
A voice to make me braver than last fall.
Who do I belong to if not him,
My soul he took over,
My dream he shattered into pieces,
Just like he did last spring.


Who said I needed to be put in my place?
Who gave him permission to put out my light?
He knows my weaknesses,
But he has not seen my strengths.
With a little spark today,
This soul will be free tomorrow.

The Time Of The Moon

And there he was, standing silently alone,
His heart beating as he watched it fade away.
A light that had brightened his days,
Sinking into the merciless clouds.
An inch, he clung to it, a drop he held for life.
And there he was, standing greeting the dark,
Convinced happiness was forever gone.


He stood with a heart torn to pieces,
Wondering what comes after it fades.
He counted, yes he stood there counting.
Each number ripped a piece of him,
Each tick, each tock, each passing minute.
He stood, he watched, he braced himself.


An emptiness overcame him, love lost,
It has a way of gripping and shaking a heart.
There in the shadows, no sound could be heart,
Still he stood, thinking what comes next.
He was shattered, your grave was still new.
He was broken, your scent ever so fresh.
The sun had vanished, his hurt remained.
That is why he stood there waiting.


He saw something in the distance, bright.
He watched, his bleeding heart wide open.
And as the light got brighter he felt it.
He lifted his head, he held it high.
His fear subsided, hurt turned to hope.
New beginnings, he found new light.
For it was finally the time of the moon.

Childless Mother

My womb has never carried a baby,
No nine months of pregnancy bliss for me.
I know nothing about the swollen ankles,
Can't tell you nothing about morning sickness.
This is a story of a mother, a childless mother is me.


I don't know anything about the baby kicks,
Or how it feels when the baby turns,
Those are my deepest desires.
The wacky cravings women always get,
That again is one I can't tell about,
A childless mother, a yearning heart.


I am a childless mother with empty arms longing to hold,
My heart is wide open, eyes filled with tears.
Rocking back and forth, my baby in my arms,
Listening to the breathing, being in tune with it.
Listening to the heartbeat, inhaling the perfec scent.
Scent of my own baby, centre of my world.


Watching the eyes while feeding, tiny fingers on my chest.
I long to put my baby to sleep, to hum as they drift to dream land.
I hunger for a chance to hold my baby close to my heart,
A heart that would beat stronger with a touch.
Raising the little angel, with my eyes and a face
That is much better than mine.

Day and night the longing goes deeper,
My arms are empty, my heart is big.
I am a mother, a childless mother is me.

Soldier Lady

The following was written when an ex boyfriend asked if I could write something new within 20 minutes, I just thought of myself, my situation and then thought of my mother, who is undoubtedly the bravest, strongest most beautiful woman I know. At age 21 she got meningitis and ell into a 3 month long coma, when she came out she was paralyzed and sick, but she went on to have me and my younger brother.

Growing up we were always aware of her poor health, but she did everything and more for us. To this day I don't remember her even giving us chores, sitting on her wheelchair she washed, cleaned, cooked and ironed, she loved ironing. She knitted us scarves, socks, hats and gloves, made decorations and through all of the pain she was in, she finished grad school and now works for the regional governments office.... I am beyond proud of her.

Soldier Lady

Her name is mystery, her eyes are dark,
her coat is long, her destiny unknown,
her sorrow runs deep, her fears hidden,
this girl is a hero, yet no one can tell.

Her arms are inviting, her lips are sealed,
her chest is warm, her legs are strong,
her journey long, her path not clear,
this girl is a woman, slowly finding herself.

Who knows her struggle, no one sees her tears.
Who notices when her clouds turn the shade of grey?
Who picks up the pieces of her heart?
Who paves her way and clears the dirt?
No one can, no one sees her struggle because
this woman is strong; she can keep it all in.

Now her name is joy, her name is strength,
Now her skirt is shorter, her eyes shine bright,
Now her sorrow is gone, her future looks bright,

This girl is a hero, I gotta hand it to her

Let The Tears Come

A few years back one of my best friends was brutally murdered, it was one of those horrifying murders that leave everyone shocked to the core. A week later her passing finally registered and that's when I started crying,the next day I wrote the following poem. RIP my friend, you were an exceptional woman.

Let The Tears Come

As I close the doors and draw back the curtains,
reality strikes me like a thunder bolt.
Yesterday you were here but today
you're as far as the distant star,
that twinkles and fades when the night says bye.
That is why I will draw back the curtains,
to form an artificial night.

How can I go on without my heart?
Nothing can keep the fire burning brightly.
The place filled with flowers
and beautifully falling tiny raindrops,
that place now lies beyond the stare of my eyes.
The friend who knew the scars on my skin,
now is at a place where my eyes cannot reach.
This is the reason my blinds are down tonight,
no one will see my pain today.

I don't want to face this world,
without you it is a hallow place.
I see faces with no expressions,
there are no smiles and
buckets of empty eyes.
will stay in my room and sulk,
shrivelled up in a ball ready to explode.

I will clutch my covers close to my chest.
Yes no one knows the pain within,
no one knew the friend you were.
That is why I will draw back the curtains,
And hold your face with memory.