When I was small, I disliked the dark. Wondered about all the things lurking in there. Did they want to hurt me, eat me or worse? What did they look like, where were they from? I would run across my room in the middle of the night. Leap back into bed so nothing could grab … Continue reading Shadow Monsters- a prompt flash fiction
They all talk, I look on and open my mouth It shuts again quickly, I listen instead Try as I might I cannot join in Despite the words that shout in my head No time like the present, you’ve a right to be heard My stomach twists as I gear up to speak Then … Continue reading Voiceless – prompt poem
She sits playing with her bracelet, twisting it and tying it up in knots. Her eyes never lingering in one place for too long - don't want anyone to think she is staring, or not listening, or listening too hard. Under the table her hands whirr. She can sense them watching, studying her although never … Continue reading Panicky and peculiar
There was a tag thread going round a couple of weeks ago on asking people why they write. I got tagged a couple of times and realised there is not one reason for me. So I decided to do what any writer would: write them down!! Not just in any old way but in various … Continue reading Why do I write?
I tweeted this poem (if it truly fits that category) on World Mental Health Day. It talks about daily struggles with anxiety and fight to try and fight the thought patterns.