Loved and never forgotten

To the lady of the house,
Who was always kind,
And always caring,
One of a kind,
Who loved painting,
And was never without a glass of white,
She didn’t have to enter our world,
When it was just us and dad,
But that who she was,
The lady with the warmest soul,
Forever in our hearts


Peak of life

When the sun is shining,
Through a cloudy day,
Or when you dry and parched mouth,
Is finally quenched,
With fresh cold water,
Or you’ve finally reached the peak,
After climbing the highest mountain,
You learn in those moments,
That life is full,
Life is precious,
Live your life

The Darkness within

The darkness that hides within
Always lurking amongst the shadows of your soul
The pit of despair
Fear manifested into it’s worst form
You can never truly conquer it
Nor never tame it
But rather than letting it run rampant
Destroying you from inside out
Use it as fuel
As a burning fire that you must overcome
Let the darkness become a furnace from within
Igniting your soul
That gives you the strength to not only face life
But to embrace life
To live the life that each and everyone of us deserves
The darkness will always be there
Sometimes it feels overwhelming
And you have to fight to see the light
Or the day might be full of sunshine
But it lurks in corners of your eye
To embrace life
You need to embrace darkness
To be able to live in the light


Wish I could fly
Leave my troubles behind
Wish I could fly
And take your hand
And journey towards the sunshine
Wish I could fly
Flying across the open waters
Wish I could fly
And passing mountain peaks
Wish I could fly
Every part of the world within reach of my fingertips
Dancing upon the clouds
Forever flying towards the sun

The magic of snow

What is it about snow, 

For when it falls,

Magic once lost,

Returns to the world,

No matter how old you are,

The eyes start to sparkle,

Seeing the wonder,

From long,

Long ago,

Through the eyes of child,

You once were,

What is it about snow,

Although cold and bitter,

Makes us feel cosy,

Safe and warm,

What is it about snow,

Being all white and fluffy,

Like the clouds have descended from heaven,

Transforming the land,

To a wondrous winter wonder land,

What is it about snow,

That we yearn for it,

Every time it’s Christmas,

What is it about snow,

That it can shine in the darkest part of winter

The darkness inside

I’m a child of the light,

Born to spread happiness to others,

A spark of joy for each and every soul,

I live to make others laugh,

But even though I am of the light,

There is a darkness deep dark inside me,

Hidden away like a old familiar scar upon my soul,

Dark and brooding and ready to strike at a moment’s notice,

Ready to spread across my eyes,

Clouding my judgement,

Preparing to torment me with its whirlwind of doubts,




Like poison running through my veins,

Spreading across,




The younger me would have succumbed to the darkness,

It’s eternal prisoner,

Unable to scream,

Struggling against its ice cold chains,

Chains that are bonded to my wrists and ankles,

I have to remember these are just thoughts,

My thoughts,

My inner demon,

That loves to be in overdrive,

I must remember,

I fought for so much,


Not only survived but conquered my challenges,

I have come a long way,

Through the darkness,

Searching for the light,

But the light has always been there,

Waiting for me to return

I now know I am a child of the light,

I want to help spread it’s joy,

But I have to accept its part of who I am,

A burden I must bare,

To energise others in my care,

As long as use to overcome myself,

I am no longer enslaved by the darkness,

I am of the light,

But the darkness is an old friend

Sunrise over the trees

Sunrise over the treetops,

Brightening up the sky,

Even through the dark grey clouds,

The sun light reaches the river,

Making the water glisten as if in harmony with the light,

As the sun kissed water flows,

Traveling down it’s path,

It’s like it’s spreading the sunlight,

Across the lands,

As it sparkles along it’s journey,

The sunrise reaches higher,

Spreading more light,

Being carried away by the current of the river,

The grass looks greener on the other side of the river,

Close to where the sunrise is being born,

As the sun rises even higher,

The grey clouds seem to be coming apart, 

Bringing to life,

The fresh greenness of the grass and of the trees,

That are spread across the hills,

As the sunrise slowly turns to the morning sun,

Showing the beauty of the land,

Water and sky,

Even beyond the hills,

And travelling, 


Far away