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 

Ghosted

When you're grieving someone you love,

it feels like part of you has gone missing too.

Like your heart has wandered off

trying to find them somewhere out there.

You keep going through the motions,

doing what you're supposed to do,

getting through each day,

but you feel like you're not really there.

You're the one who feels like a ghost.

Maybe that's exactly what's happening

maybe your heart is out there looking

until you find the person you've lost,

and they gently tell you it's time to go back home.

So when that empty feeling starts to lift,

when you begin to feel like yourself again,

maybe that's them telling you

to get back to living properly.

You don't need to stay lost in that empty space,

and you don't need to keep searching 

the people we love find their way to us.

And when they do, you'll know it in your bones

Letting Go

There comes a time to let things fall,

To drop the weight we've carried, all

these years of hurt and stories old

that keep our hearts from being bold.

It's scary, this release we crave,

The anxious leap, the step so brave.

Our minds cry out, "Don't let me go!

Stay safe with what you think you know!"

That voice inside just wants us whole,

It thinks it's playing the hero's role.

It loves the same, the tried and true,

Won't trust what might be fresh and new.

But when we breathe and feel our way,

And listen to what hearts might say,

We find that letting go's not loss,

It's crossing to what matters most.

The unknown isn't something feared,

It's where our truest self is cleared.

Where we can flow like rivers do,

And finally become what's true.

A poem for a poet

I'm sad, 

I feel bad,

I miss you, 

friends for years,

so many tears,

they stop, 

they start,

It hurts, 

my heart.

feeling numb would be better,

a letter,

a reason,

a call,

out the blue,

can't sleep,

can't switch off,

so many emotions,

you were so full of fun,

a playful child,

completely wild.

we clicked, 

straight away,

and from that day,

a bond grew strong,

and now you're gone.

Guilt,

anger,

frustration,

I miss your laugh,

your voice of reason,

your opinion,

advice,

just voice notes left,

messages unreturned,

my eyes burn,

tears keep falling,

no use in calling,

you're no longer there.

I feel such despair 

grief,

hard to bear.

You filled life with light,

fire,

delight,

endless conversations,

putting the world to rights,

breakfast discussions,

repercussions,

rewards.

I wasn't there,

when you needed my care,

tears blur my eyes,

you can't hear my cries,

I wish you were here,

my friend,

to the end,

gone far too soon.

not knowing why,

my beautiful colourful,

crazy friend Sky 

💔

Sky

Sky,

Your memory will always stay with me - the bright moments you brought to my life, the way you lived so genuinely. You were always full of spirit, fun and virtue. Stubborn in the best possible way, and always pushing me to be better and to care more deeply.

Everything feels darker without you. Yet somehow, your brightness still manages to shine through when I think about you, the adventures we had, I laugh remembering your cheeky ways, then tears come as I realise all over again that you're gone.

We all go through hard times. You knew that well. When things seemed hopeless and we felt alone, you showed me that together, we could get through even the toughest moments. The darkness I'm facing now you're gone is bringing up old wounds. But you taught me that we're stronger when we stand together. This lesson from you, Sky, I'll never forget. "One becomes many, many become whole" - I will get through by connecting, and caring as deeply as you always did.

Your loving heart continues to teach me, even though you're gone I can almost feel you nudging me forward, encouraging me to find light even in these darkest days. You are truly loved and will always be remembered with a smile.

Maggie 

Pippy Longstocking One and Two

Pippy Longstocking standing alone,

Without Pippy two to wander and roam.

Your laughter echoed up mountain trails,

Your spirit soared where wild wind prevails.

From roadside cafes to seaside shores,

Our adventures, sweet memories, 

I absolutely adore.

We've splashed in waves with childlike glee,

Two souls connected, wild and free.

Hours of talking that just seemed to fly

My wonderful, vibrant friend named Sky.

Your energy lingers,

You are loved through and through 

Wonderful magical, 

Pippy Number Two.

Love isn’t blind

I don't believe in love at first sight,

For me that's a fantasy, 

too shallow, 

too slight.

I believe we found love after our first debate,  

When our minds combined and our thoughts relate.  

And after our first argument, passionate, true,  

When I saw the true substance that makes you, you.

I felt love deeper with our first inside joke,  

The laughter that bonded us, 

The language our heart spoke, 

It grew futher through genuine joy,  

breaking through the grey , 

Healing the sorrows 

that have clouded our yesterdays.

It grew roots within deep discourse,  

When our souls reconnected,

without wanting remorse.  

And in our comfortable silence, 

with no need to fill,

the space between us, 

just being still.

In supporting each other,

through life's dark nights,  

Knowing burdens can be halved,

when they are shared right.  

In pain divided, 

and joy multiplied,  

In walking together, 

side by side.

Its wasn't just falling for your physical embrace, 

your body, and your beautiful face, 

You're my kindred soul, 

And that's rare to find.

I'd stake my life on your brilliant mind,  

This is love beyond what eyes perceive,

This is the love in which I believe.

Dance

Inspired by Rumi

Dance, when you're broken open,

Like the first light of dawn upon flames.

Dance, if you've torn the bandage off,

Revealing wounds that need the air to mend.

Dance in the middle of the fighting,

As leaves swirl round and round.

Dance in your blood, in your essence,

Where in true courage a honest laugh is found.

Dance when you're perfectly free,

 Like mist rising from Scottish highlands.

For in movement, we discover healing

In surrender, strength to understand.

The broken vessel catches more light

Through its cracks than perfect porcelain ever shall.

So dance, dear heart, through pain and joy alike...

For it's in your dancing, you become whole.

Solitude

Sometimes I wish I didn't notice everything. I wish I didn't feel the shift in someone's tone, a hesitation in their smile, the way words sometimes don't match the eyes. I wish I could exist in a room without noticing every unspoken thought, every tiny crack in a conversation.

But I do. And it can be exhausting.

My brain is always running, always analysing, always bracing for something to go wrong. Thinking to myself... Did I say the wrong thing? Did I miss something? Is everyone okay? Am I okay? It's like living in a constant state of fight or flight, even when nothing's actually happening.

My body doesn't understand that the war I'm preparing for is just life. Sometimes, I envy people who don't think this hard. The ones who don't replay conversations in their heads like a broken record. The ones who can walk away from a bad moment without carrying it like extra weight in their chest. I wonder what it's like to just be, to just exist without processing and dissecting every feeling, every glance, every silence. Perhaps life is easier when you don't feel everything all the time. But I don't know how to be that person. And part of me wonders if, deep down, I even want to be, it is how I connect with others. It's how I notice if someone needs help even if they don't ask. It's how I make space for people to feel seen and heard and valued. As draining as it can be, it's also my superpower.

As I'm getting older, I've learned to recognise more when I need solitude, to step back, have me time, be completely on my own to reset and recharge. I've learned the art of noticing without absorbing, acknowledging without owning emotions that aren't mine to carry. I protect my energy and tell myself often... that's not my stuff.

Some days are harder than others. Some days, I still find myself lying awake at night, replaying conversations, searching for hidden meanings in casual remarks. But I'm kinder with myself now. I understand that my heightened awareness isn't a flaw to fix, it's the way I'm wired. 

I know from the Wild Women group there are others like me and we're the ones who make the world a little happier, and a little more connected. For me that's worth all the exhaustion in the world. 

Watching from behind the glass

I often think about what George Orwell said about loneliness. It's not simply being alone that hurts the most, it's that gut-wrenching feeling of being misunderstood even when you're in a crowded room.

I've felt it countless times. Standing there, surrounded by friends chatting away, yet feeling completely invisible. My lips form the right words, I nod at the right moments, but inside, there's this vast, empty space that no one seems to notice. It's as if I'm behind glass, watching life happen around me whilst remaining untouchable.

This isn't about merely wanting company. God knows I've plenty of that. It's about that soul-deep yearning for genuine connection, someone to see beyond my carefully constructed facade, someone to notice the quirks, to understand the dreams I rarely speak of, to recognise the complexities I carry within.

The worst bit? When you're misunderstood for so long, you start questioning yourself. Should I change? Should I become what everyone expects me to be? Would that finally bring me the acceptance I crave? Yet even when I've tried to reshape myself to fit other people's expectations, the loneliness only deepens. Because in those moments, I'm not just isolated from others, more becoming estranged from myself.

I've realised that what I was truly longing for wasn't just to be loved, more to be properly known and loved because of it, not despite it. Someone to look at all my messy, complicated, occasionally brilliant, sometimes broken parts and say, "I see you. I understand. And I'm here."

Even in moments of terrible isolation, I've found an unexpected strength. There's something powerful about holding onto your essence when the world doesn't see or value it. There's courage in keeping your light burning, even when no one notices its glow. My uniqueness, is what makes me who I am. And that's worth preserving.

The journey through being misunderstood has, ironically, led me to understand myself better. It's taught me to embrace who I am, even when others aren't ready to. It's pushed me to find peace in my own company and to nurture those parts of myself that feel most unacknowledged.

And then it happened, I found someone who truly sees me. In their eyes, I discovered what it means to be known, to be understood without explanation. They notice the subtle shift in my voice when I'm holding back, they laugh at the jokes no one else gets, they understand my silences as much as my words. With them, I don't need to translate my soul, they already speak its language.

To feel truly known and understood is to finally exhale after holding your breath for years. It's the profound relief of laying down a weight you've carried for so long that you'd forgotten it was there. It's finding home in another person's understanding. The glass wall shatters, and suddenly, you're not just visible... you're actually celebrated for exactly who you are.

This connection doesn't erase all loneliness, life will always have its solitary moments. But knowing there's someone who holds the map to your inner world makes even those moments feel less desolate. I'm no longer a ghost in crowded rooms because I carry their understanding with me wherever I go.