Haiku – Breathe

Mind racing wildly
Full of inconsequences
Anxious stilted breaths

Breathe, she says
Simple words; I try, I can’t.
Relax, she says. Try.

How to imagine calm?
A foreign premise
To one so tightly bound

Passion; my great strength,
Perceived as a weakness
When applied in haste

Removed, I reflect
The World still spins..
Not only for me

Life lesson today
Others absorb my intensity
Their tolerance a gift

Too Much – An Apology

I can be “too much”
at times
Too Much
for others
and sometimes
TOO MUCH
…..for myself
I see a thread
and I pull at it,
I. Pull. At. It.
SEARCHING
for answers
even though every fibre
in my body
is urging me to
STOP
I’m too driven
too focused
on seeing it through
on self-destruction
RESISTANCE
is futile
I continue
to pull at it,
pull at it
keep pulling at it
blindly
unaware
that not only
am i
pulling;
but also pushing,
You
– away
INEVITABLY
I pull harder
pulling
grasping
unravelling it
’til there’s nothing left
to pull at
nothing at all
NOTHING
only then,
bereft,
at my willful
destruction
of the pile of loose ends
In my hands
do I
REFLECT…..
I stop feeling
like I’m “too much”
and start feeling like
I’m “not enough”

Haiku – Four Seasons

Thin daggers of ice
caressed tenderly by snowflakes
exist in fragile harmony
as do We

A little yellow flower
bathed in dew, awakens,
turning silken petals upwards
to a pale blue sky

The restless Bee
making honey in the Sun
flies here; then there; incessantly
like me; to you

Sure is the North wind
teasing tired, spiralling leaves
in a dizzy, fated dance; from limb
slowly down to loving Earth