Thursday, 9 April 2026

Another rainy day in June

 


Another rainy day in June.

It’s funny,

last night I remember

dreaming of you.

The way we sat

on the bench

humming that tune.

Same way we

would always do,

until we never did again.

 

It’s funny,

I was remembering

your laugh, as it pierced

the air like broken glass.

But it was infectious,

a single burst

and we would all be

wrapped around our knees,

rolling the floors,

having to gasp just to breathe.

 

It’s funny,

I was just sat here,

thinking about that summer.

The heatwave then the thunder.

The excitement, then sadness

would roll over, like a storm cloud

bringing a downpour unlike any other.

A gang of friends. Sisters. Brothers.

Then the rainy day when

the calendar ripped

and friendships sailed

unto other harbours.

 

Another rainy day in June,

there had been so many,

and there still are.

I feel them in my heart.

The way the rain calls

in a piercing cry.

The way my eyes flood,

not with rainwater but

with lost smiles.

 

Every rainy day reminds of when

summer days were torn apart.

When youthful hearts stopped beating

and started fearing the setting sun.

I still feel that bolt piercing my heart

like a bullet from a gun.

The way the days no longer laughed

and the songs stayed stuck on repeat

somewhere behind the shattered glass

of a stolen car.

And the newspaper on the welcome matt

would peer up at us with our friends

photograph smiling back, laughing

that same piercing soundtrack.

And I still remember the summer

when the rain poured down

and youth walked away

and never came back.

Wednesday, 8 April 2026

Therapist - napowrimo

 


Sunrise on skin,

that tingling

feeling like a lover

stroking clear the

strains of a day.

Kissing the pain away.

 

Sunrise is more

than mere light,

it is

the stories

it inspires,

The fiction

that arises

from its

heart of fire.

 

Sunrise is therapy, in light,

every beam hitting your soul,

every ray feels right,

touching your heart, inspiring

you to stand proud.

Inspiring you

to fight to be you,

to speak your words loud,

when the world

can feel cruel and

can smother you in clouds.

 

Sunrise is

the universe

giving you

permission

to shine as bright,

sunrise is

the universe

granting us

wishes that sleepy eyes

can only dream about.

Sunrise is the

bleating of a lamb

in the springtime,

sunrise is the song

of the birds calling home

after a long flight,

Sunrise is life.

Only bettered

by the coming of the night

Potential

 


The potential

within you

is boundless.

Energy

spanning whole

universes wide

and stretching out

into the untold beyond

and on to the ever long

eternal whispers

of the cosmic aeons.

 

You are a star that has

only just burst into life,

A light born into the night.

A candle wick set alight.

 

The journey is endless,

our meaning lives on, in

stories of love and light.

Your potential is enormous,

so many seedling trees

sitting in wait to become

a mighty forest of you.

 

The potential is gigantic,

massive, humongous, monumental,

extravagant, substantial,

stupendously vast.

For you stand on

the shoulders of giants,

and hold your arms aloft,

and the world looks on in awe

at the magic that is cast

by your silhouette in the dusk light.

 

When you speak,

the waves stop their roar,

listening in wonder

at all you hold within.

The hope that lays

underneath your skin,

for ourselves and the entire globe.

We are not stacked objects on a shelf,

or damaged packaging dropped

in the returns bin of history.

We are light itself and

in the light, hearts flow,

smiles of love and light to follow,

which live forever

side by side

in perpetual promise

with the stories we sow.

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