Rigmarole
Are you 60 or 16
Starting an argument
Over a ducking piggy-bank
A piggy-bank!
Looks like a cow.
The piggy bank I mean …
Spiteful biatch
You are so rich
And yet so poor
You won’t know anymore
What’s hit you
In a dark room
All on your own
Only ghosts for company
Your bank statement heavy
In your lap
Empty your soul
Loneliness eating you up
It was a trap
Thinking you could make up
For emptyness within
With owning things
Ain’t working like that girl
The wooden chair
Pulls a run
Hard and cold
The darkness holds
Ain’t working like that girl
Empty house
Cold
Nothing vibrates
Life hides from hates
Ain’t working like that girl
What’s worth what?
What has value?
Ain’t working like that girl
Worth is in a life
That touches others
Value is what you create
Not what things hold
Tag: family
Roots
As I said we are all woven into stories
Stories are woven around us
—through us
We are made of stories
GAGATATACATATGGCTAGCAAAGGAGAAGAAC…
It’s easier to say: ‘Once upon a time.’
Than read out loud encoded double helix stories
Of who we are and where we came from
A roadmap to the past
To the ones who brought pain
Your are of my blood
I am of your blood
I carry your story
But I live my own
I am not responsible for your decisions
I am responsible for mine
I won’t carry your guilt, shame and anger
I carry my own light
To the ones who loved unconditionally
Your blood sings in my veins
I stand in your strength
Your light amplifies mine
I carry your compassion
Your magic is my wonder
I feel your love still
Your joy carries me through rough seas
Even though I never knew you
You are part of me
I am part of you
Outer Hebrides: The children lost
Children leave deep imprints in your soul
No matter how long they were with you
Or if they only ever were:
could have beens,
almost theres,
come and gones
Their traces
Last forever
Alienated or empty nest
A wish unfulfilled
Or an attempt gone wrong
There are deep footprints
In an empty space
Come home
There is no wall
There is no fence
There is no border
If you want to come home
All you need to do
Is walk in the right direction
There is no anger
There is no disappointment
There is no hate
Just love
If you want to come home
All you need to do
Is follow your heart
The door is always open
Be brave
To find your own path
Poetry by Nathalie 