Sometimes everything just feels:
heavy,
overbearing,
weighed down,
never ending,
haunting,
suffocating.
Glazed and yet too bright.
Constrained and yet too free.
Sometimes I just feel everything
all at once.
It comes rushing forward.
Grasping me by the shoulders
and shaking;
vigourously.
But then the light surges forth
and everything feels:
calm again,
collected,
simple,
easy,
freeing.
like the light has come flooding back.
like dreams are possible,
and hope is real
sometimes a weight lifts
and I no longer feel
lost or misunderstood,
but
seen and accepted.
its rare, but wonderful.
The feeling of warmth
the gush of a gentle breeze.
Those moment of pure acceptance.
I don’t feel the need to
explain
or justify.
I just am
and that is ok.
by Ellie Jane
December
The twelfth and final month
The month that makes me yearn for my puddle soaked, mud covered, numbingly cold homeland.
The sun is beating down in the Southern Hemisphere:
Desert instead of snow,
Ocean in place of ice,
And yet it all feels so wrong.
I see cards decorated with snowflakes and polar bears in the shops,
And yet
It’s a lie.
It’s forty degrees and the sweat is dripping down my knees.
My complexion has always been as pale as snow,
But this is a step to far
I’ve turned into a real life snowman,
And no amount of festive cheer can convince me that melting in the sun is the way to spend Christmas
