Author Archives: Leigh-Anne Fraser

Day 30 you will always be safe with me to unload your heart on a sea of tears or to rage in the last few hours of the day to laugh through the veil to question and share moments of doubt of fear of uncertainty of relief of joy of quiet stillness you will alwaysContinue reading “You will always”

Day 29 I lost three days like pennies falling out of my pocket I have no idea where they have gone If I wore proper glasses I could look in the folds for them under the cushions in the corners turn the living room upside down but they are gone leaving my heart heavy andContinue reading “I lost three days”

Day 28 spring drips cherry blossoms through branches kissed by morning in the light I’m free ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 27 waves move to the shore find me in tiny pieces like sand in the wind #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 26 fragile like dried clay crushed against itself for years I breathe through until daylight shines like I do ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 25 heavy rain and bird song another spring morning outside the window another day waiting to unfold from the quiet pause breathing I try to keep thoughts from intruding from creating ripples even for just a moment before I leave through the front door ~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 24 II fever crept in while I sat at my desk the not so subtle reminder my body will fail me in spite of my will to avoid finish out the day it is all I can do still feeling guilty for not being able to work longer I slept in the chair whenContinue reading “Fever crept in”

Day 23 I coming home we did not meet here at the corner waiting for the light to turn caught up in the rush to return home after a long work day bumper to bumper the bus pulls to the curb one empty seat becomes home for twenty minutes horn blares the driver yells notContinue reading “Coming home”

Day 22 Four days of silence Was not enough To heal Me #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 21 deep restfound mealone after the room emptiedtaking heart pieces deep rest found mealone afterbeing told I could not mournor rememberlike turning off the tap deep rest found mealonenot pretty enoughnot slim enoughnot nice enoughnot smart enoughnever enough deep restfound me alonein the foldsof beingturned me kept mestayed like a familiarmy spirit is tiredfromContinue reading “deep rest”

Day 20 I wake up to raindrops on my eyelidsbirdsong floats on morning airrivers fill to overflowingtrees breathe into blossomsI wait andlisten~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 19 eight spoons measure my dayat one time I had more ten or eleventwenty when I was youngerbut today eight spoonssit in my coffee mugsometimes filled with sugarwhatever sweetness I need to curb the harsh bitter nowwhen the world becomestoo muchafter months and months of pushing throughin spite of everything elsein spite knowing itContinue reading “eight spoons”