As summer passes into autumn flame,

I’m chilled as those words bury to my core,

I try to come to terms, I’m not to blame,

And settle back to what I was before.

I do what I know best - I turned to art,

And ponder on the hand that I’ve been dealt,

That should I let that cold embrace my heart,

A flake of ice would surely never melt.

Instead, I sit here grateful, and assured,

No good will come from hiding in the dark,

The weight of many things that I’ve endured,

Guides me towards a purposeful embark.

The life ahead of me gives off a shine

I know that all is well…and I’ll be fine.

#Sonnet

It was when I saw that snake

That sign of deceit

I knew, through you, my heart would break

There was a photo of you two

My vision had come true

Then I saw his eyes

And realised

They were kind. And yours in love

And my moment of pity meant little

Because though my insides

Were shattered and brittle

What I felt wasn’t true.

At least, not like you two.

That pain was desire

And it’s not for hire

It’s out there. Just not yours.

So how could I hold it against you?

Let this thing of beauty

Be where I take my cue

I say it to the stars above

I release you with love.

That snake has another meaning

It sheds its skin, reborn gleaming

Through you, I’m free. Thank you.

I can’t seem to drop you

Every highway in my mind

No matter how hard I strive

Diverts from its intended course

To the image of your face

Smirking. Stubble coarse.

Our conversations

Now conducted by text

Gives me a welcome rest.

It’s better at a distance

Lest my eyes reveal me

Or worse…I sight in yours – resistance

But deeper still, I go

I can’t help but feel weak

Your bearing strong, mine meek.

Wincing under the realisation of my own inferiority

All for nothing it seems

Because I’m not your priority.

This year I amassed altogether,

The weight of an eight kilo feather,

Shirt buttons are popping,

There’s no signs of stopping,

It wasn’t my fault, whatsoever.