The Light At The Start Of Everything

I was honoured to write this poem to announce the discovery of The Okavango Blue, the largest and rarest blue diamond, ever discovered.

The Need To Do Nothing

If you do not make time for yourself every single day, literally give yourself time to do nothing, your body will take all the time you owe it, all at once.

And you will sit there, on the side of your bed, and you will cry and say under your breath between sobs,

“What is wrong with me?”

But you are not weak and there is nothing wrong with you.

You have just forgotten to give yourself time.

The Secret Song

Some of us fight wars you will never see against enemies you will never know and if we win, we are not given medals.

We are given the chance to fight tomorrow.

The Candle In The Dark

There is a light that shines
where no light shines.

There is still love
where there is no love.

There is a loudness, if you listen.

If you look,
you will find,
a heart that can play every sound. 

The Good Fight

I no longer fight my pain or
my frustration or my anger.

I sit with it.
I put my arm around it.
And I say,

“There you are old friend.
What do you need to tell me today?”

And I let it cry on my shoulder.
And I let it be.
And I don’t hold who it is, against it.

The Impossible Flower

Love the unlovable. 

Climb the unclimbable.

Defeat the undefeatable. 

Break the unbreakable. 

Become the you they said you could never be. 

Every single day, wake up and find the thing that cannot be done, and do it.

The Dark At The End Of Everything

You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.

You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be.

You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much.

You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving.

You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be.

You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with.

You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy.

You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to.

You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.

You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me. 

Because I am alone now, too.