self-imposed prison...

self imposed prison hiding from pressurised heat reminiscing awakening to so many undervalued gifts given me at some stage in my life gifts I did not want at the time even found some cruel but now I realise I needed those old heartaches to be the stronger identity I am now #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman (@gemma77.bsky.social) 14 December 2024 at 12:11

a touch of Christmas tears...

 

there is a sadness in 

a lone figure

quietly walking 

an old, winding track

treading

the shadows

beneath overhanging branches

beneath tangled trees

beneath a pot pouri

of filtered light

there is a particular sadness

when you have known that figure

for quite some years

and this, his moment

returns at Christmas time

he told you once

that you were his peace

his first and only peace

in life

those words soothe

all the sharp pain of old questions

and what is left is

a precious thought

perhaps we were meant to be together

for a space of time

we gave each other a gift

hopefully he has his eternal peace 

I have his strength

his drive to test out creative ideas

and his deep love of animals

and now

it is time 

for me to move on

P.S.

André Léon Marie Nicolas Rieu is a Dutch violinist and conductor. He has been playing a medley of songs this morning.

He has just begun playing Somewhere My Love...we'll meet again someday... 

I think I have just received a wonderful Christmas gift from the Universe...