Your scars are beautiful, they show me strength, courage and POWER

Power over the BUMPS in life and PAIN that a sad day can bring

Let me kiss your beautiful head after you have SHAVED

I watch you shed the weight

You are a NEW WOMAN, re birthed and so you must LIVE for your sisters

And your life will honour those who didn’t survive life’s BUMPS



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T’was a nice morning

It was so good watching you smile, hearing you laugh and feeing your touch–

Was so comforting listening to your stories and erupting in laughter to your jokes

The journey with you, no matter how short, is a source of adrenaline

I guess that’s how mornings are when you are inlove…or maybe that’s how mornings are when last night was so much fun!



There was a crashing sound, I jumped out of my sleep

With my eyes still half shut I tried to make out what was happening

SHE was in tears on the ground fighting a shadow over her

This dark shadow was moving very fast

Without thinking I ran over –

Wrapped my arms as tight as I could to help HER

But he was stronger than me, than US

He swung me from him his side which landed me in the wall

The lamp on the table was shattered and some broken glass cut me

I sat there BLEEDING as TEARS and BLOOD ran from me

I sat there HELPLESS on the floor looking at HER

HE was enraged with so much ANGER that he didn’t notice me and what he’d done

So SHE ran to ME

Even though she had her fair share of bruises – SHE still RAN to ME


ESCAPE HIM, not sure what the next step would be but-




  • For all WOMEN



Ode to a breaking heart


It’s the sort of power that clips a bird’s wing and removes the air from their feathers ending their feeling of freedom

The sort of power that washes away memories and pain when your heart is breaking

The sort of power that compels and leaves you vulnerable

The sort of power that determines when you smile and decides just how long you cry

It’s the power of love

And sometimes the most dangerous thing is when the person with this power has no clue that they have it…

Go on and cry now…


Your best film!

This world is your stage…everyday is a new act or scene

You decide if you want to make your life into a Movie or just a Play

Will it be about adventure? comedy, drama…a musical… romance?

Maybe all of the above?

Who are your main characters?

Who are your extras?

If your actors let you down along the way, do not sweat it, just audition for replacements


Take your manuscript and write your best film!

After all, years later, while sitting on your porch, you want to smile at what you produced



Missing treasure

It’s a familiar feeling what you do to me,

I have felt this before-

Many times,

The lump in my throat, tears gathering behind my eyes

while I lie to the world and fake my smiles.

It’s almost a routine to me now.

After all the shimmer, at the end of the quest, it was only a fool’s gold.



Pop’ in 2016!


Pop that bottle open!

Drink to:

The friends and family you lost in 2015-we drink because their memory travels with us in the new year and beyond

The mistakes you made-we drink because we now know what NOT to do in the new year

The relationships that ended or changed-we drink because we now know some of our foes vs. friends for the new year

Cheers to!

A new year-you made it, God has spared you

New chances-who knows what will or can happen

New opportunities-take risks, live in those moments

New perspectives-whatever your thoughts are, they can’t be the same as they were before

Just in case I am too drunk to say it at midnight tonight…Happy new year!