No

When I said no

You heard a challenge

Even though I told you

Of my fear of the damage

When I cried and left

You saw a chance

Even though I told you

That I’m done with this dance

When I said no

With fear, unstable

You abused your power

Knowing I was vulnerable

When I said no

It wasn’t in grey

But somehow feels ambiguous

In the cold light of day

But I was complicit

I also took part

So with shame in my voice

My expression is through art

Drifting

Sometimes it’s the small things

The beat

The moment

The suspension of attention

When a screen is more interesting than you

When the laugh is somehow disconnected

The look is skips a beat and no longer lingers

When the fondness is still there but distracted

And those small things

Combined with a name

A glance at the wrong moment

Hold your breath

Feel the kiss

And then the truth

It’s all in your head

Relief

Distance is un-quantifiable

Between breaths

Between beats

But when its there

Your heart sinks

Or the delusion

Is it all in your head?

Sometimes it’s the small things

The beat

The moment

The suspension of attention

And you suddenly realise…

You’re… drifting

Dear J Doe

Dear unknown, my John or Jane doe

So it’s been a short while since I wrote, 

Anything.

A poem, a micro poem or even a rhyming couplet. 

I’ve been back under a cloud, sad to say it’s been a dark week or so, 
I want to get back out of the rut. So I’m writing this. 

A letter into the abyss 

Of online semantical depths of a potential echo. 
They say to write what you know, 

What’s true to you, say it as so. 

But sometimes that’s not something anyone would want to read. 

I always try to write for ‘another me’ to pay it forward 

To those who may take comfort that they are not alone,

Or just because I see, feel or hear something poetical. 

Self indulgent really, to a point. 
I hope to be back in my stride soon 

But to write what I know 

Write and feel what I feel 

Can sometimes feel 

More 

More precarious 

Than keeping it bottled up inside. 

So, dear John, the John Doe – or Jane, 

What’s in a name? 
I hope you’ll take my silence as read. 

I want to believe it’s a strength, 

Protecting those to whom some of my demons are tethered, 

In some vein hope I can retain a sense of hope. 
Hope, my current endeavour. 
I’ll be back on scribbles, 

I’ll be drawing and sketching again.
But for now my heart and mind need protection 

From my passionate desire and dark passengers

Who haunt me

Taunt me.
This letter is a declaration of hope. 

A shout to those on the edge of despair, 

Join me on the brink of somethingness, 

A defiant gesture to the ghosts and apprehension 

That haunt. 

And taunt.

So… I –

I thank you for reading, 

Dear John and/or Jane,

And I hope to be with you, 

Be back, 

Living.

Again.

Sincerely,

Doe

Thanks for your ongoing support folks, much appreciated,

Be well and stay strong, 

Josie xx

So they say

It will all get better in time

It’s helpful, it will heal

It will all get better in time 

So they say, but time steals

It will give to solace and peace

Give you hope, give you distance

It is healthy to mourn and grieve

So they say, they’re persistent
It will all become your past

Make you stronger hereafter

Build you up, thicken skin

So they say, build character 

It will give you space, give you peace

To make you grateful and greater

Turn your hurt from hate, tears to joy

So they say, a hope creater
You’re better off now

Without them, without circumstance

Without knowing, without love

So they say, dancing the dance

You’re far better off

Without that in your life

Without the joy? Without the comfort?

So they say, but I’ll not buy it
You’ll be happier without them

They were never right for you, we knew

You deserve better any way

So they say, to me, about you

So much happier without them

You were worth so much more

Get them out of your system, altogether 

So they say, but my heart ignores
Time heals

So they say

It’s just your past

So they say

You’re better off without

So they say

You’ll be happier

So they say
But time won’t heal 

My hear won’t fix 

The past is always present

And this new ‘happier’ is a trick

So they say

So they say

As they always do

But I’ll never wish you into my past

Yet I hope to be happy without you