POETRY
Living expressions of inner work. Offered as a glimpse of the process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
Forgotten
Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
autumn leaves
the earth sighs
autumn leaves
beautiful in death
fall discarded
left to decay
until the earth
takes another breath
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
A Flower
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.
This is life without meaning,
Two-dimensional reality. Fact.
Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?
The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.
Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.
A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.
This is life without meaning,
Two-dimensional reality. Fact.
Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?
The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.
Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.
This poem is from the book Words On A Page