Enough

Enough

I am not a polished stone,  

smooth and gleaming in the light

I am rough around the edges,  

full of flaws that catch the sight.

My words sometimes stumble,  

my steps don't always land,  

I carry doubt like pebbles  

in the hollow of my hand.

But in this sweet imperfection,  

in these cracks where love seeps through,  

I find I am sufficient

broken, beautiful, and true.

For perfect is a prison  

that no soul was meant to fill.  

I am enough, just as I am,  

and I think I always will.

We will always be ok

We Will Always Be Ok - Remember this on your darkest days, and let it bring light.

When the shadows lengthen across our path,

And doubt creeps in like an evening mist,

When storms rage fierce and our voices clash,

Hold fast to this... we will persist.

Through sleepless nights and heavy days,

When hope seems gone and you're feeling raw,

Remember our love always finds ways

to kindle flames, they're worth fighting for.

In quiet moments, hand in hand,

we'll weather both gales and gentle rain,

Together we will always stand,

Through joy and sorrow, loss and gain.

So if the world feels cold and grey,

And darkness threatens to take hold,

Let these words chase your fears away...

We will always be ok, you're my heart, my life, my soul.

Love like ours runs deep and true,

A constant star in quickly shifting skies,

Whatever comes, we'll see it through

Together, our love will never die.

When nothing makes sense

The biscuit tin's gone fishing with a purple Thursday,

While my kettle's having words with the neighbour's cat.

The postman delivered seventeen clouds today,

And I've hung my umbrella on a bowler hat.

My wellies are discussing quantum physics,

With a marmalade jar that speaks Welsh.

The garden gate's gone off to join the circus,

And my teacup's writing novels on the shelf.

The weather forecast called for scrambled eggs,

But all we got was sideways-falling rain.

My bicycle's developed chicken legs,

And the bus stop's gone completely mad again.

So I'll pop the kettle on for half past blue,

And wait for sense to knock upon my door...

Though knowing luck, it'll likely be a shoe

That's come to hoover the
crumbs up off the floor.

I wish I knew

I wish I knew, in those early days,

my whole future was right there in your gaze.

I wish I knew how much you'd matter,

how much I'd love you, how life would get better.

When two becomes one, life can change in a flash.

Fear comes from falling, not wanting to crash.

Scars, bruises, wounds cut deeper than skin,

battling ghosts, words that sting.

Dark thoughts linger, disguised in plain sight,

deceptively reflecting a mirror of light.

Carrying a burden, weighted with fear,

a lonely prison filled with silent tears.

Sometimes finding heaven, you have to go through hell,

but struggles lead to strength, with many a tale to tell.

A revelation hit me in the deep of the night,

a chilling walk through darkness switched on the brightest light.

You saw through the sparkle and held me through pain.

Everything to lose, plenty to gain,

you came with forgiveness when I'd got it so wrong,

and loved me even harder with all my glitter gone.

Relationships come in stages,

you learn and then grow,

opening old wounds and learning to sew.

Our seams growing stronger as we tinker and we mend,

'cause life with you is worth it—we always get there in the end.

So listen well and listen wise,

'cause it took too long for me to realise

safety isn't fleeing,

I have no need to hide.

My future through life

is right by your side.

Be Kind

Kindness truly

can bring light,

like a beacon

on the darkest night, 

crinkled eyes 

from a genuine smile,

and a loving heart,

makes life feel worthwhile,

it can change a heart,

from black to bright,

heal a wound,

fix a fight,

being kind matters,

it can change a life,

heal cutting words,

that feel sharp as a knife.

I love you,

is easy to say,

but when it comes to kindness 

It can only be shown,

a light brighter than

you've ever known.

it can take away sadness,

and replace it with joy,

bring laughter,

bring hope,

and darkness

... destroy.

If kindness was given freely,

generously shared round, 

a nicer World,

we all would find. 

Bitterness and hate,

would be a thing of the past,

hope, love, laughter 

would truly last.

Kindness shows,

it beams,

it glows.

when it's shared,

it grows and grows.

A kind heart,

is richer than gold,

it can't be bought,

it can't be sold.

It doesn’t cost a penny,

it can be shared with many,

when love and kindness,

go hand in hand,

hearts grow bigger,

and stronger we stand.

Contacting The Power of The Wild Woman

Women Who Run with the Wolves was a book recommendation from my friend Sky who recently passed away. There's something special that happens when you read a book that feels like it's been written specifically for you. This was that book for me! If you've ever felt that nagging sense that you're living a watered-down version of yourself - too polite, too accommodating, too afraid to take up proper space - then this book might just be the wake-up call you've been needing.

Don't let the mystical title put you off. This isn't some fluffy self-help crap wrapped in crystals and good intentions. The writer, a psychoanalyst and cantadora (keeper of stories), uses ancient myths and fairy tales to excavate what she calls the "Wild Woman" - an instinctual, creative force that society has spent generations trying to domesticate out of us women. Through stories you thought you knew (but definitely didn't), she reveals the uncomfortable truths about how women have been conditioned to distrust their own judgment, apologise for their ambitions, and prioritise everyone else's comfort over their own authenticity. These stories changed how I see everything!

Bluebeard's Wife

Remember being told that curiosity killed the cat? This book flips this narrative entirely. The woman who opens the forbidden door and discovers her husband's murderous secret doesn't die from nosiness, in fact the opposite,  she saves herself through it. How many times have you swallowed your questions to keep the peace? This story is permission to be inconveniently curious about your own life.

La Loba, the Wolf Woman

She who gathers bones and sings them back to life. Your intuition isn't hysteria or overthinking - it's an ancient navigation system that knows which relationships, jobs, and situations deserve your energy and which are slowly killing your spirit.

The Red Shoes

Sometimes the very thing that once brought you joy can become a trap. That career path, that relationship, that version of yourself that served you brilliantly five years ago might now be the thing holding you back from who you're becoming.

Reading this book felt like uncovering parts of myself that I'd buried under years of being "sensible" and "agreeable." I can't promise that awakening your wild woman will make life easier (quite the opposite, actually), but it will become something far more valuable, authenticity.

My biggest insight... You belong to yourself first. Not in a selfish way, but in the recognition that you cannot pour from an empty cup. The woman who honours her own needs, creativity, and instincts doesn't become less caring, she becomes someone worth caring about. In an Instagram-perfect world where women are still expected to be everything to everyone whilst looking effortlessly put-together, this message feels more apt than ever,

Your anger isn't ugly - it's information. Your creative projects aren't selfish hobbies - they're essential nourishment for your soul. 

Your gut feelings about people and situations aren't paranoia - they're wisdom.

This book isn't a quick fix or a gentle pat on the head, reclaiming your wildness will likely complicate your life. People who benefited from a diminished version of you might not appreciate the upgrade. Some friendships may not survive your newfound boundaries, others may become stronger because of them. So, if you've ever felt like you're living someone else's idea of your life, if you've ever silenced yourself to keep others comfortable, if you've ever sensed you're capable of more than you're allowing yourself to express, then this book is absolutely for you. It won't teach you to be wilder in some rebellious way. It will teach you to trust yourself as deeply as you trust others, to stop apologising for taking up space in a world that belongs to you too. The wild woman within you has been remarkably patient, but she won't wait forever. The question isn't whether you're brave enough to answer her call... it's how much longer you'll make her wait.

Worth every penny and every uncomfortable truth.

Be Happy Now

I choose to be happy

I choose joy

Sadness be gone

Life don't last long

I can't sit in the dark

I praise the bright sky

Stop looking for reasons

To sit in and cry

My heart wants to be happy

My heart chooses joy

Right now is where I'm at

Not looking back

Living each day

Chasing the sun

Laughter and fun

Heavy be gone

My spirit is light 

Free like a bird

Taking flight

Doom and gloom no more

Fresh air and happiness 

Is what I adore 

Living happy 

Living free

Cuddles and kisses 

You and me

Loving deeply 

I'm doing fine

Living in the moment 

Appreciating time

Life is short

Happiness can't be bought

You've got to look deep

Inside your mind 

That's where you'll find

The Happiness inside