The Ominous Clock

I cannot be measured, I cannot be disposed,

I keep all things orderly and composed.

My hands move as each event unravels,

I dictate where life travels.

Worshiped by all of human kind,

I control your wandering mind.

Presence is a concept for the fortunate few,

Without me what would you do?

Worthless and hated you would shrivel away,

And that my dear friend is why I must stay.

Without you I would dance in the suns radiant beams,

Without you I would fulfil my wildest dreams.

Time would crumble and fears would shatter,

All would be, and what is would matter.

Smiles would crease upon worn faces,

Warmth would be felt in tender embraces.

Life would just happen without hesitation,

No need for fear, anger or frustration.

Wrinkled hands, tired eyes.

A chuckle escapes me as I realise.

Time never existed, only in my mind,

Life just happens and is left behind.

Worry is futile and regret is pain,

And worshiping time has made me insane.


The Big launch.

Wow. I am finally doing this. Finally putting pen to paper. Or fingers to keypad even. I am here because I want to share my voice. I want to write pieces that captivate your attention, make you feel your own voice and let your own light shine too.

Through writing we bring light to things that have never been seen or explored before. We bring light to parts of ourselves we never knew existed. We heal, we learn, we grow, we connect.

I want to share my words with you so that they can shine, and in turn inspire you to let your own stories be set free.

I adore reading and can truly say that there are authors who have shaped who I am today. Who have challenged me, inspired me, connected with me. Who have made me feel heard and seen and connected. We all have a voice, we are all the authors of our lives and our words are our most powerful tool.