Unfinished Stories My son, my beautiful, funny, laughing boy, where are you? One pink, perfect, pretty, peeking through rubble shoe. Glinting in dusty sunshine, a school satchel buckle - it was new. An aunt, an uncle, grandfather, grandmother, Daddy and mummy, a sister, a brother, In laws and cousins and adopted step-mother Someone's friend, someone's teacher, someone's besotted lover Housewife, or professor, cleaner or street sweeper. Under the debris lie three hundred stories, unfinished forever. ##acrostic @wolfie

It's Been A Long Day ##acrostic Fog swoops and swirls suffocating thought, A heavy shroud in which cognition is caught. Time sways uncertainly, stretching, limitless, It slips through fingers dulled by weariness. Groaning, each step is an anguished mile. Undone, unsung, an extinguished smile. Effort to think, to breath, to see. Drowning in depths overwhelming me.

Losing It At The Seaside Ebb and flow Come and go Waves of the ocean Crash, dash, smash On the rocks of the shore In furious foaming commotion Ebb and flow Come and go Waves of emotion Crash, dash, smash On the rock of my sanity In furious foaming explosion

A Free Write I'm thinking about A Free Write What does that mean? Free to write What I want A confession Of obsession Profession And expression? I'm thinking about Free Right What does that mean? To be free Of want, From oppression And regression Suppression And possession?

Jehari's Window There's a part of me that all can see Yes, an open book of bonhomie. For what you see is what you will get I know it, you know it, and no regret. But there's something hidden behind my eyes A secret place where insecurity lies. Thoughts and feelings you must never know My fears to own, and dreams to grow. You, not I, feel my heart as it beats, Watch my faulty patterns as they repeat, The child in me I won't recognise, You hear her voice and listen to her cries. There's a sweet murmur from deep inside, Unseen and unheard but never denied, The final piece that makes me one and whole, What is this and where? Perhaps it's my soul. Jehari's Window is a psychological model for looking at self awareness. It suggests that awareness has 4 windows, known to self and others, known to self and not to others, not know to self but known to others and not known to either self or others. The bigger the first 2 windows are, the greater our self awareness. #sundayrp