Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Monday, January 11, 2021
The Change in Me
I thought, as I grew older,
I would change much more than I have
But I am still the same person now
As I was when I was sixteen.
I am still the insecure little girl
Who doubted her abilities
Yet always tried her best
Regardless of the result.
I am still that hopeless romantic
Who craved love and affection
But never seemed to find it
Or even knew where to look.
I am still that anxiety-ridden teen
Scared to face the world
For fear of anything and everything
And nothing at all.
The change in me is insignificant –
Now I see my insecurities,
The hopelessness, the anxiety –
But what good does the seeing do?
No matter how hard I try
The doubt, the desire and the fear
Stay with me like a second skin,
A part of me I cannot remove.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Holding my Breath
09/06/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
I used to think that people would change,
That they’d somehow see the light
And they’d wonder how they ever thought
As they once did.
I see reasonable seeming people
Hold the most bizarre beliefs possible
When it comes to politics or religion
Or just how to treat other folk.
It’s an uphill battle over the simplest of topics
Like treating people equally
When it comes to the colour of their skin
Or their sexuality or their gender.
Trying to have a civil conversation
About anything slightly controversial
And you turn into a modern-day Sisyphus
Rolling a very large stone up that hill.
So, now, I just state my piece
And get on with the rest of my day
Knowing that people don’t change
And there’s no point holding my breath.