Why Me?

 

Why me,

I just can’t take any more,

surely I learnt this lesson before.

Why now,

when things are going okay,

please make this horror go away.

It hurts,

it pains, that it’s right now,

I suppose I’ll just have it anyhow.

That’s life,

it’s full of these hidden tests,

and it won’t change if I protest

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Life has a way of springing things on us, usually when we are comfortable, perhaps a little to set in our ways.  Probably that’s why, we are not moving, stagnant, life is too easy and we need a little shake up.  It’s happened to me a number of times and I am never prepared, I want to cry and scream and beg for life to just go back to how it was.  But it doesn’t and you know what, there is always a reason, always something for me to learn.  I think I may put a little sign by my bed, reminding me that today could be the day things go wrong.  That way I’ll be prepared and what’s more enjoy every moment of the good times 😉

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Protest – DP

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I must protest I have the flu,

the female kind,

what can I do.

I will protest I’m feeling sick,

can’t leave home,

it must go quick.

I won’t protest a little nip,

the brandy dear,

should do the trick.

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In response to The Daily Prompt – Protest

I woke up feeling poorly this morning, what stated as a tickle at the back of my throat last night has turned into something else completely.  I have honey, oranges and lemons and a drop of brandy if it comes to it.  My nan used to swear by a drop of brandy to get you back on your feet again, purely medicinal of course!

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Martyr – DP

‘Ask and you shall receive’ and ‘the universe will provide’ and other such sayings tell us that if we need something all we need to do is ask.  The universe, whoever or whatever you believe in will not see you without if you put your faith in them.  

The thing is, what is it we actually need at this precise moment, I mean now.  We might be worrying about future bills, a roof over our heads in the future, or poverty if we don’t find that job, but is any of this in the present moment.  I know it is for some and my asking for help might interfere with their immediate needs.  

At this moment in my life I’m warm, fed, healthy, loved and able to enjoy life.  I get joy from nature and I’m blessed with friends and family that love me.  Yes, it would be nice to have a guarantee of something coming up in the future but not necessary this moment if somebody else is looking for answers.  By the time I actually need something I might find I already have it, after all the universe works in mysterious ways.

I don’t want to be a martyr and exaggerate my own distress at the expense of others who are genuinely in need.

~ Liza

Daily Prompt – Martyr

 

Finding the Way


Life isn’t always clear, sometimes we have to feel the way, delving deep to find the answers. Our basic senses, what we see, feel or hear are not always enough, we have to connect with a universal energy and understanding in order to find ourselves. The mind does not have all the answers, the roads through the mind are made of man. The pathways of the soul connect to a universal knowledge that will, if we seek, will show us the way. 

~ Liza

The Traumatised Child

The pain of all your suffering

is felt in every verse.

img_2959Stretched across the page,

traumatised from birth.

Salty tears are mixed with ink,

and yet invisible.

Telling your story of

childhood not reversible.

Your family don’t know you,

born into original sin.

Your mother turned a blind eye,

just because of him.

I see it in all your tiny cracks,

they’re very clear to me.

You lay down in your writing,

so that all of us can see.

Now you choose to write it down,

a ploy to get it out.

It’s really buried deeper,

won’t come up if you shout.

There are those who look away,

they don’t want to know.

What’s with all the writing,

is there some place you could go.

Believe me when I tell you,

I’ve so much respect for you.

For the days you live right now,

the traumatised child too.

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Dedicated to a friend but also to all those who write about early experiences of trauma and pain.  I have so much admiration for you, your doing your way and I applaud you from the bottom of my heart.

 

What Colour is Love?

Is it the deepest red of blood, of passion and lips.

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The pink of sweet fairies to the pinkest rose hips.

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The white of the purest and brightest universal light.

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Then lilac to purple, from dawn through to night.

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Orange through to peach and all things in between.

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Buds yet still to open, the wonder to be seen.

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Yellow for friendship, for the sunshine up above.

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So can you please tell me, what colour is love?

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