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Hidden Scars

I was watching a youtube video last week, where the actor Terry Crews was reciting the story of his childhood. I was so shocked at what he was saying that I actually dropped my phone! How did Mr Crews know... Continue Reading →

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DAY 23: My Cup

Because of the poetry I sip you cannot see me shaking with the fear I swallowed ©Vivian Zems #NaPoWriMo 2019- National Poetry Month Challenge [SHAKE]

Day 11 : Glass Ceilings

when i want to create a new reality out of thin air i don't claw at the sky searching for that glass ceiling (that tries to keep me rooted in fear) I just pick up my pen and pretend it's... Continue Reading →

Day 5: Tea Time!

Another layer is peeled away as I crunch survival between bleeding teeth Another realisation comes to stay as I swallow survival to be buried deep beneath Fear and survival are nothing new to me I'll crush them and chew them... Continue Reading →

On a Night Like This……

What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →

Just Another Day

I’ve stopped wishing to be some one else. You know, that self-assured someone who’s got their act together and seems knows how to handle everything…. anytime? I embrace my imperfections…knowing that perfection is pure fantasy. I embrace my weaknesses now……because... Continue Reading →

Awake!

It's not where there's clarity of thought neither is it in those moments before sleep But it's in that space when I awaken -where time is suspended where my mind is flooded by 50 questions all at once who? where?... Continue Reading →

Demolishing Walls

Forget glass ceilings it’s those concrete walls you need to be concerned about It starts with the walls of the mind which need hacking -setting free the helium mind to the right altitude Then there are walls of fear that... Continue Reading →

Know Thy Neighbour

sirens filled the air police cars with flashing blue lights at the end of the crescent Heart in mouth… I’m through the door. Home. 'What’s polonium'? my daughter asks I’m puzzled …taking the paper from her -scan in rising panic snippets... Continue Reading →

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