Me, myself and I

Me and my body

Me, I, myself and my bodyare inseparable,until the evitable.  I share a space,A body-shaped spacethat has grown as I have grown,bearing signs and invisible scarsthat are me, I,  myself. This body, an amalgam of genesthat resemble the past, is me. These eyes that look at the world,do not see methough my green flecked irises see

I kept going..

Going Forward

I heard this while on a run, and spent 6 miles composing the poem. “Just keep on pedalling,” dad instructedto his son on the brand new bike. “Just keep on pedalling,” he repeatedas the boy’s knuckles turned white. He kept on pedalling, as dad let go,aiming for the park gates ahead.But he ran out of puff,

2018 was an amazing, rejuvenating year.

The Run Begins

A poem a week makes the endorphins peak. Lordy, Lordy and glory be Better hang on, cos change is acoming And its gonna be amazing! Outta my way, you plodders. Stiffle the moans and smother what ifs. Come on in – transformation. Roll over you oldies, but stay in line, Make room for the littl’