Illusions shatter Images are just that. Who am I behind the projection Of a desire, a need Have I become a parody of A self, seeking expression. Am I more Will I disappoint Do these doubts reveal A self fearful, unrealised. Illusions vanish Reality beckons. A self contented Flowing with the river Floating, relishing The … Continue reading Illusions

Good enough

  Looking at these hands: - the years of wiping tears as they fall - the years of holding, soothing the child to sleep - the years of caressing with deep pain within - the years of toiling with illusions of happiness Enough. No more. You are good enough, more than this. - FlorenceT   … Continue reading Good enough