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 

💔