Childhood memories
contain
agonising pain
flashbacks
the smell
of burning
skin
burnt cask
holds this
child within
frightened
running naked
from airborne
attack
napalm covering
body where
summer dress
use to be
shouting loudly
please help me
surrounded
by astounded
staring eyes
kindness of
a strange
her only hope
medical staff
surrendering
thought this
innocent child’s
tiny body
would not cope
devoured by
red hot flame
the shock
to her system
complete overload
dismissed as dead
sent to
the morgue
death hanging
over her head
questioning
why she was born
waiting to die
flesh
painfully coloured
with a
different shade
inked bloody red
constantly
greeted by
tear filled
the eyes
Kim Phuc
survived
the Vietnam war
a victim
of circumstance
another inhuman
accordance
no child stood
a chance
media found a
treasure
sympathy interviews
containing disguised
propaganda
tragedy sells
newspapers
no-one interested
in hearing her
voice
too hideously
ugly to be loved
dreams of hopeful
future destroy
victimisation
revisited not
out of choice
understandable
hatred
bitterness
and anger
become the
subjects she
was given
to learn
solace found
inside leather
bound books
hiding within
the library walls
to shut away
hideous looks
time heals
only with
an element of
courageous
inner strength
bravery
absolution
compassion to
pardon those
who stole away
her childhood
to find peace
to hold
forgiveness
her chosen solution
not to remain
a photography
in countless
history books
learning to live
with her
disfigured looks
Kim Phuc
I will never
meet you
we are about
the same age
your story
inspires me
fills me with
fury and rage
along with
admiration
for your
everlasting
determination
not to live
your life within
a victimisation
may you be
remembered
may your
light forever
shine
lest we all
forget this
unspeakable
war crime.
MM c2015
Sadness
consumed her
shadows dancing
around corners
a fragile
mind
ingesting
countless
ramifications
mountains
of regret
remorse
disbelief
self-inflected
shame
she was
addicted to
this pain
it gave her
an abnormal
sense of
relief
normality
seemed to be
a distance
far fetched
reality
so unfamiliar
so unreal
she struggled
to feel
the rain
or the raindrops
space distorted
swilling around
aimlessly
in a meaningless
existence
feet do not
touch the
ground
she sought
a mirror
a reflection
an image
to which
she could
relate
bewitched
by how
others seemed
so very
secure
anything
to abandon
her self-loathing
low self-esteem
self-hate
picture perfect
photographs
held inside a
dream-like-state
wondering why
she felt so
alien
strange
odd
freak
in comparison
to the evaluation
unrequested
spells
others cast
upon her
she would
hide her anxiety
toxic shame
an inability
to speak
out loud
funny how
she would
simply vanish
within the
maddening crowd
she could
no longer
contain
the incoherent
chatter
intellectualisation
hours lost
in wasteful
disgrace
noisy vocalisation
about things
that did not
really matter
how many
rainbows
would she need
to chase
to find
hopefulness
clarity
charity
grace
not
be blinded
by her unsuccessfulness
attracted to
taking a risk
falling
for the
fox or
the hound
willow tree
her roots
are deeply
placed within
soft ground
the wind it howls
her name
butterflies
spinning around
weeping willow
allow her
to sit
at your base
she aches
to the core
the bone
wrap her
within the wilfulness
you own
comfort her
guide her through
the barren land
as she walks
a distance
she needs to
travel
this path alone
as she wonders
the dark night
through
deadly
valleys
she is
desperate to
go home.
MM C2015
I know
you are going
through a
rough time
today
I realise that
things between
us are not
always okay
therefore
I will surrender
my false pride
as you face
life’s greatest
challenge
I want to
be here
by your side
if you
need respite
from your
disturbing
thoughts
the painful
reasoning of
the mind
not to see
how you suffer
would be
arrogantly
blind
to offer a
few hours
meeting for lunch
an afternoon
away from
your pain
window shopping
watch a new
movie
something to
make us
laugh again
we do not
even need the
chatter
we can sit
pulling funny
faces at each
other in
the rain
throw stones
into the lake
as we use to
anything to
help you
feel less blue
let my empathy
try understand
your sadness
as your
experiences
touches
my heart
at the very
least
know that you
are constantly
in my thoughts
even thought
we are
apart
remember that
I am only
one telephone
call away
we have email
social media
if you are too
distress to
say
what it is
you are feeling
as you battle
with life’s
truth
the circle of life
I am here
every moment
hour
second
night
and day.
MM c2015
A voice
to tear through
all known
prejudice
misplaced hate
irate
ignorance
one sound
can rectify
the divide
unify
false pride
as two more
self-righteous
tribes
go to war
do they even
know what
the hell
they are fighting for
if my voice
can be the
echo resounding
across time
an apology
to the world
for the countless
years lost
justifying
race crime
an expression
for a generation
tired of repeating
the broken
record
of history’s
storyline
how many
volumes must
we burn
as we turn
a blind eye
to the injustice
we create
in the name
of faith
blood red ink
spills off
power filled
pages
a script
engraved upon
the tombstones
of those innocent
children whose
only crime
was to be born
with leopard’s skin
spots do not
change
their colour
if the master
holding the key
to the cage
refuses to see
the humanity
locked away
abusing another
HUMAN BEING
for his own
personal gain
life is not
a game
nor a
tug-of-war
played out in
school yards
the breeding ground
for this false
authority
hierarchy
causes
anarchy
flag ship
tick tack toe
there are
more colours
in the rainbow
not just
white or black
thinking
so why do
we preach
such segregation
whilst sitting on
the fence
protecting our
station
my silence is
an unspoken
acceptance
of this disgraceful
race
war
so I use
my voice
to tear down
fences
to welcome
my fellow man
we have no
right to play
judge or jury
to decide
who has
the right
to dwell on
God’s
land.
MMc2015
Empaths have the
ability to feel
everything to
the extreme
crowded spaces
are her most
fearful haunts
the amount
of unwanted
energy
causes her
to scream
inside
conversing with
others is
challenging
as she taps
into their
nervousness
counter reaction
words fumble
off her sharp
tongue
fearfully
an irrational need
to want to run
out of her
mouth fall
incoherent
ramblings
as she tries
to find the
ground
unbeknown
instability
her mind filled
with a racket
din sound
she felt pretty
normal
moments before
when no-one
was around
sadness hurts her
the most as
a sudden
urge to nurture
over throws
all logic
misunderstood
hurting
as she feel so
all alone
loneliness is
another emotion
which shakes
a need to encourage
another to connect
with her more deeply
she holds a collection
of broken hearts
which she is sure she
does not own
anger and its
toxicity is
the most
dangerous to
an empath
as its poison
seeps through
every pour
she feels at
times as if
she can hold
no more
of this hatred
of this pain
rage is a storm
that rips away
all her sensibility
an escapism
is the norm
as she hides
inside a fortress
made of glass to
bounce off
these
burial forces
that diminish
her faith
in humanity
a need to rest
and to restore
joy is her most
magnificent
it sparkles
inside her soul
melodic
precious
an attunement
to the whole
love is her
most favourite
the one she
calls grace and hope
her salvation
on those
blues days
when she
no longer feels
able to cope
MM c2015
Allow me to
peek inside
your heart
to view
delicateness
intricacies
those wounds
of many lovers
past
so he could
feel closer
show me
your complexity
vulnerability
the shame
entrenched
deeply locked
inside thee
so he could
learn to
understand
the world
she called
a tragedy
she gazed
at him
with fearful eyes
frighten of
his meaningful
intention
her heart
it pounded
oh so loud
she thought
it would
break or
shake mountains
a tiny
whisper
deep inside
reminded her
of wolves
disguised
as lambs
to the slaughter
his charm was
honey to her
lonely signs
captivated
by his lies
story books
held promises
tales of wise
heroes saving
damsels in
distress
she resigned
to open up
Pandora’s crate
of broken hearts
introduce him
to her wounded
inner child
alongside her
mistress
so incredibly wild
he absorbed
her history
with seemingly
grace
he would
touch her
brow
and wipe
tears as
they fell from
her fragile face
but his
objectives
they were not
virtuous
as her love
grew she
did not
notice
the restrictions
constructions
he would
create
slowly this
love turned
into hate
upon that day
awoken for
her slumber
a storm
brew
his anger
his thunder
those tender
loving eyes
turned into
weapons as
he cast his
misplaced hurt
vengeance
justification
as he threw her
Pandora’s box
with its contents
at her feet
the pain inside
became
a monster
suppressed in time
her secret fiend
she opened up
her volcano
exploding years
of repressed grieve
trust diminished
fury released
her witch was
woken
liberating her
internalise queen
a cascade
of ferociousness
once unspoken
flew at him
an army
of inhibited
girly charm
unleashed
victorious
this queen of heart
she found the
courage to
depart
a fortress
build with
masculine
steel
broken dreams
disillusioned
hopefulness
appeared to
be surreal
she stole
his horse
her wildness shone
freedom taste
delightful
on her
unshackled tongue
he stood a gasp
in disbelief
with a lightening
bolt she
was gone.
MM c2015
She danced with
wolves
dressed in
scarlet lace
as hidden parts
of disgraceful
unfulfilled needs
creates lustful
desire to please
the men who
fell at her knees
she talked to
spiders
as they wove
wicked webs
in a secret place
collecting hearts
and
body parts
spun delicately
devouring men
fallen from grace
she ran though
wild flowers
creating fantasies
a colourful dream
stories of the fool
the hero, the joker
not forgetting
the king and queen
she wore
a sliver slipper
as the glass ones
were all broken
her tiny feet would
bleed blood red
as her unmet needs
were painful felt
her words
remained unspoken
her romantic heart
held a love
for him
this man disguised
as a king
so much glory
his crown
egotistically
worn with
false pride
she notice a ring
upon his brow
the weight
of his falsehood
cut deeply into
his frown
a voice inside him
silently cried
I need you
to liberate
me from
this unwanted
majesty
this is not
who I choose to be
mistress
can you free me
her wicked heart
softened as
she understood
his pain
for a life time
or more
she has worn
this hurt
this shame
not fitting into
constrictions
constructions
of the norm
though their
deepened understanding
compassion was
beautifully born
gracefully she
offered him
her hand
as they waltzed
into the
darkest night
the evening star
made a secret
appearance
to offer them
some light
happy-ever-afters
are not born
in myths
or stories of
false hopeful bliss
no, they are created
with intimacy
allowing another
to meet
our vulnerability
once they can touch
our open wounds
with love so real
then we will know
true amour
the ability to
help each other
heal.
MM c 2015
