Colour Theory

maybe

there’s no

black and white

~

merely labels

accumulating all colour

to absence of all

~

tick the box

there’ll be no logic

no right or wrong

when you’re with me

~

sharing

communicating

birds calling moons

painting sunrises

together

~

one

with love

believing

trusting

each other

~

I want

to start

a new religion called

maybe

~

Colour Theory

Stillness

almost 9 months

something’s not right

~

the heartbeat

stopped —

the baby still needs

to be delivered

~

holding you

I’ve never felt

so helpless

~

we held him

we named him

~

he looked

so beautiful

so perfect

blood started

to seep out his nose

then all over

his face

~

my body froze

my heart screamed

~

ever since you died

I’ve wanted to believe

in a heaven

~

My Stillness