animals and nature, personal

A pawprint shaped hole in my heart

Today, a hole has been left in my heart. No, this is not in reference to my recent visits to hospital regarding my heart, but in reference to the loss of someone very important to me; my beautiful little cousin. Now, when I say cousin I fear you'll expect my dear cousin to be a… Continue reading A pawprint shaped hole in my heart

creative writing, mental health, Uncategorized

The Barrel- A poem for the end of February. 

The barrel looked stable, but really, it was empty. A hollow void lies beneath the strong walls. Can they really protect you? The barrel rolled around- no balance. Where's the stability? The rounded edges, so smooth looking, but splintered, cannot hold you up. But the barrel shrunk until you we're looking down it, into it.… Continue reading The Barrel- A poem for the end of February.