on a cloud
   in my



I dare to dream
      these pills
   could work

    I could be




I am me 🙂

I never knew
who me was
in terms
other than
mother, wife, worker
and when it came to the crunch
I was lost and alone
grasping at straws
seeking for substance
unsure of my place
or my worth
but step by step
I found myself
my passions
my contentment
making pictures
with words
and camera
observing nature
looking close
and deep
into this world
and into me
and when I wasn’t looking
love found me
this new me
this real me
and our love
is truer
and deeper
a sacred simplicity
imperfect perfection
and as the old life
draws to a close
there is no trace of sadness
only joy
in the newness
of me
and you
and us

lingering hope

I tell myself
no more moaning now
just learn to live with it
like others do
but until
the lingering hope
leaves me
I continue
to think
just maybe
I’ll get up in the morning
and it will be

I almost welcome
an end
to this hopefulness
for acceptance
is surely better
than hopes crashed daily

I just need
to know
the truth