I opened my front door, stepping out of the dusky apartment block hallway into my lounge room, and saw the answering machine flashing wildly. Ten messages. I felt a moment of dread as I wondered how many of the messages were from her. I pressed play... "Jane, where are you? I know you may have a migraine and all, but I need to speak to you." "Jane, this isn't funny." "Jane, I think you're just being selfish." The other se...

FORGIVENESSWHAT A PARADOXICAL WORD. Vast, yet simple. Hugely unimaginable to give to someone in some situations, yet so easy to bestow in others. And is it right to say; I can forgive you, but not them? Can we indeed CHOOSE forgiveness, or must it just come naturally?Personally, I think that there are no rules, and that every situation is different. I also think that sometimes it's enough just to understand and accept why...

There wasn't a day that went by where Lily didn't think about the baby. Blonde hair that fell in wisps around her delicate elfin face. The way the sun had lit her from behind so that she appeared as if surrounded by a halo of light. Her smile, pulling at Lily's Heart, as little fingers waved hello.This was the vision Lily Green had had of her child six months before she'd fallen pregnant. Despite this, she and Ben were st...

Now I'm a pacifist you seePeace and love and mungbeans for meBut on the night you came to stayThings shifted...I left the room with dinner in handA relaxing evening I had plannedBut returning to the kitchenI grew livid.As bold as brass you munched awayOn potatos left sitting on a plateAnd as you casually looked up at meI wondered...Could I grab your tail and toss you outsideOr yell at you and give you a frightBut as I pon...

GUILTYour insane guilt is driving me insanedraining me drysucking my life force out of my shattered bodyTugging at mePulling on meDemanding of me to give, give, giveEven when I'm finally left lying, curled and shriveled, on the floor,It would STILLnot be, never be,enough

WAS THERE LIGHT?It wasn't that you were mistakenThat you imagined itIt's just that she has given in to her darknessAnd has doused her own Light

THIS OLD WOMANThis woman has grown bitter and twistedlike an old knarled treethat sits atop a barren, rocky outcropthat looks out over the sea.Buffeted by winds and salty airstripped bareof life.Stubborn and resolute.Holding on till death to be rightto winat all costs.Not noticing the true costto her ravaged Soul.

In the night time he would come aroundand lay his cool hands on my warm forehead.In the night time he would come aroundand lay his warm hands on my cool Heart.In the night time he would come aroundand surround me with his rainbow lightIn the night time he would come aroundand fill me with his brand new start.

I can't let myself think about him. The sun is shining down on my pale back for the first time in days. A black butterfly with white spots is dancing around in the light breeze delighting in the day and inviting me to join in. But he comes to me unbidden. His face. His walk. His presence. His. Him. Breath in. Breath out. He is my past. Any chance of a future with him is gone.Chloe Brown loved gardens. Her earliest memory...