Poetry. Thoughts Words.

Social Media.

Anti-social media.

Dishevelled fingers meander across screens unable to fight,

Lifeless eyes stare at sheets of glass penetrating light.

Slim bodies pleading for nourishment provoke jealous disdain,

Smiling faces gash at internal scars with the happiness they feign.

Glorious views tease as they pretend to be savoured,

Restlessness and disillusionment seen as attributes to be favoured.

Hedonistic beings clambering for control,

Self-worth is quantified and branded as a goal.

Success posing as constant satisfaction,

Freedom, sought through unlimited distraction.

Social media.

I revisited this piece after a social media detox, since I reinstalled my apps and only followed accounts that inspire me, teach me, help me or challenge me. If you relate to the first piece maybe consider changing who you follow and how their content makes you feel. My intention is to give you hope that social media can be a really helpful, loving place if you are feeling overwhelmed by it at the moment, as I was.

Various bodies, loved and accepted,

Love and authenticity shared and protected.

Thought provoking, inspiring words set free,

All here to empower and enlighten you and me.

Gratitude pouring from humble souls,

Helpful ideas and realistic goals.

Vulnerability, passion, uniqueness unites,

People empowering people and owning their rights.


My favourite place.

The car door slams shut. My hands touch the metal gate, lifting it slightly, pushing my way in. The waves are crashing against the rocks, demanding to be heard. Their violent froth threatens to hit me as I stop breathing and take in the mesmeric display before me. Icy droplets dance and play and perform. I feel so grateful my chest opens and I am at one with the ocean. I feel it’s bravery, it’s might, it’s gentleness. I breath it in. It breathes me.

I hear the shells and rocks crunching beneath my feet. The seagulls caw. The waves crash. It’s a symphony of sounds which are so conflicting that it should be overwhelming. And yet. It is soothing. It sounds like home. It sounds like a familiar song that takes me to a special place. It feels safe. It feels welcoming. It seems to not care who I think I am. I am here, now with it and that is all that matters.

I reach the grassy field marked by a lopsided tree which has been tainted by the strong gusts. It is so out of place and yet it belongs. My shoes slip off and I feel the grass tickle my skin. It makes my stomach jitter. I don’t care who I am or what I’m thinking. I am here. Now. I am running through grass up to my shins, my toes squelching in the damp soil. I feel the racing of my heart. I am alive. The cliffs steal my breath from my grasp. I no longer own it. It owns me. I see mountains. Waves. A hundred shades of green smeared upon a hundred shades of blue.

I feel like screaming ‘THANK YOU’ from the top of my lungs. So I do. And I don’t even look behind me to make sure there is no one there. I just scream and laugh and leap. And let go. I am home. I can always come home to this place. Where a million memories live. Where my heart dances. And even though I know it inch by inch. It is never the same. It is always new. It always hears me. It always sees me. It always teaches me a different lesson.

Thank you Reen, for being the most amazing place I know.