Featured Poet - Charly White

REFLECTIONS OF THE SUN

In this cold, dark day

painted in grey slabs of concrete

and blackening clouds

it is the flickers of sunshine

cutting through the corners

of my vision that blind me with hope

of finding warmth

somewhere

that keep the corners of my mouth

lifted and give my feet another step

to keep walking, through the dimmed light

with less fear

of the falling night

ALIVE

I’ve grown an aversion to the word

Healing.

I no longer want to associate

with its brokenness and

desperation

to be fixed. Instead

I am unraveling

unearthing, I am shedding

to my very core and I am

re-rooting

in a pure and cleansed soil

that is rich

and whole

and, oh, so very

Alive.

UNRAVEL

Let it unwind

feel it

unravel, lift,

follow it to its very end - know 

that it will try to

bind itself upon you 

again, as its imprint feels

almost natural now

too familiar and too heavy but

see how you can lift it ! 

look how it unravels 

and the weight from your shoulders 

allows you to take 

a breath so beautiful it brings your

whole body 

to a place amongst the clouds 

where you may let it all go - 

feel it

unravel, lift,

follow your soft strength - trust 

the person you shall find there and

greet her

with all your love

SURVIVAL

For here I am, today

and I must survive it somehow

be it in the struggle of my doubt

the battle of my envy and conflicting desire

a distant consciousness, hanging on by a thread

or a blaze of overwhelm, ready to implode

I will see it through

I will survive it, somehow - as I must !

for if not, how will I ever 

feel the stillness

of the flowing sea, the flutter 

of the butterflies wings, or the singing 

of the morning birds again?

GASPING

I’m not quite sure how to describe

that moment

gasping for air

‘there’s nothing wrong’

gasping for air

‘there’s nothing wrong’

gasping for air

just to be able 

to join you in your chorus 

to push me down further where

‘there’s nothing wrong’

here - grasping for sanity

in defeat by your logic

there’s nothing wrong

just I think

my mind may have 

broken 

my body

snapped

can you see it?

gasping - no there’s nothing wrong !

but do you have any 

extra of that air

going spare? a surplus of that 

certainty of ‘there’s nothing wrong’

that could fix me back together?

I think

I’d be okay there, no more 

gasping for air

no more makeshift smiles

carved painfully from 

the bones of my 

brokenness 

no more lies spluttering out

‘there’s nothing wrong’

betraying every fibre in my being that is

gasping for air ! how I long to agree with you

to write away my despair 

how I long to start smiling, to stop 

gasping for air