You miss me most when you're craving Your heart of discontent And then you cry you're worth saving On this, i daily lament. It hurts to see you head strong When your heart is so very weak. All sacrifice seems worthless. I long For the prayer which you never speak. All I ask is that … Continue reading Headstrong
I have £2 in my bank account, this should last me to the end of the month. No, that’s not a typo. And yes, it's only the 19th... I'd have never envisaged just how many things you actually have to deal with when you separate from someone. We had a home, shared bills and bank … Continue reading £2 is not a lot
You'd think they'd quench the burn; Silent rivulets of pain. Dirty fingers wipe in turn Each eye, mascara stained. Breath, staccato beats a motto, Echoes of the heart inside. Whispered anthem for tomorrow, Body braced to ride the tide. What escapes faith bruised lips? Sound more eloquent than words. When the grasp on silence gently … Continue reading Silence
Let me see something real? I envisage your eyes, dark And the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul. Dark, is the slant of your lips So untrustworthy is your soul Embrace the spectre you are Yield to your hypnotic appeal Tired of the spectre you are I Yeild to your hypnotic appeal … Continue reading Poem: Spectre
It's almost two months since our wedding, and after the chaos of organising, booking and a depleted bank account, you'd think we'd settle back into a life more ordinary. Not so: one particular aspect which seems to be the arch nemesis of my perfect Christian Life just won't crawl under a bench and go away - Alcohol.