She hath wings
Learning to soar above life's storms
Category: Making Sense of the Journey
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A regretful argument;All swords drawn-Scars busted open;Bitterness born-Children pleading,” Make it stop!”-Words unspoken;Morale- dropPleasant wordsNow put to bed;Habit now toHurt instead-Reflection needed;Time alone-Years to processOn my own.Hellish nights,I can’t see through;Then I recall,He is the glue-Time in the WordSo swiftly spoken-Counteracts liesThat left me broken-Rising up,I cross the room;Trusting thatHe’ll weave His loom;Not my story,Lest…
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I’m sitting here watching many videos of James Van Der Beek. At first, when I read the news, I couldn’t bear to see photos of him unwell. I wanted to fix the youthful, strong and energetic version of him in my mind. As I read more about his life and his love of his wife…
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Pain turned to missing- And missing turned to hope; Forgiveness flowed with stories shared Of memories long ago. The door no longer bolted; A window now stays open; Melodies fill the soul- As Winter melts away. Smiles and hearts aglow; Never looking back; Connection at the core- Pretence not invited. Hope unfolds its petals; Perfume…
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For 3 months, we have had three queen mattresses in our modest sized, over cluttered house, all in a bid to find support for my chronic back pain, triggered by weak core strength and lifting a 15kg toddler. What was meant as a few days on the couch turned into two months for me, and…
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Old Lang Syne – a distant refrain,Streamers tossed and glasses clinked-Happy New Year hugs again;Cosy journey home. New Years’ resolutions madeHeartfelt messages sent at TwelveHugs and milos, love and laughterDays till I’d be home. Mum and Dad stay put and young ‘unsRace down to the beach-Distant New Year Fireworks crackle,Ten minutes from home. Backyard New…
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Your hand on my back woke my senses, Your openness unlocked mine- Your kindness made my heart beat again… For a chapter in time. © M. Patterson 2025
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In a house with chaos, loud and draining, Lives two frazzled parents asking For wisdom in droves and abundance of patience, Stretched beyond anything they’ve ever known. Hard to explain one day to the next; Calm for a short time then busy at best; Never quite enough hands or love in action- Someone always lacking…
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Reblogging an old poem that still means so much on my journey. From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As…
She hath wings 