It’s good to talk

We text, we email

Message electronically

In our heads we speak

We share our day

We message at night

We want 24/7 communication

When there is none

We stop

We worry, panic

Pick up the phone and speak

We chat and love

we forget

its good to talk

Act of Kindness

The smallest word
Can cause the biggest pain
Lack of understanding
Bulldozes our sensitive minds
Squashes our confidence
Rocks our faith
Just because I smile
Doesn’t portray my inner-self
I hope kindness comes my way
But just a single word, text
Email, or a call from you
Raises my self-belief
Encourages my writing
Inspires me to move forward
That simple act of kindness
is the silver lining to my day

Chat to Correspondence

During our lives there are people who stay with us and those that pass through. Very often when we have helped them all that we can, they leave us. We might be sad but we know that we have done all that we can do for them.

I like to think that I have played a healing part in their lives and they are ready to take new steps alone.

This poem I wrote for someone who was an important part of my life, but no longer needs me in hers.

Chat to Correspondence

It started with Hi on a single text, it made me smile

It was the first step, a starting point

I replied Hi, it wasn’t a bolt of lightening

The gentle start was just what I was looking for.

 

Excitedly it became more, you wanted to know me

You needed a friend, I was happy to be one

You suggested email as you said it would be easier,

Why I thought, it’s not instant, but it was.

 

You emailed me constantly, frenzied and fast

I responded with the same amount of excitement and speed

Your world was falling apart, you needed to download

All I could do was listen, by reading your words.

 

You sounded panicky, in pain needing a release

There was nothing really I could do from this side of the screen

I could feel your pain, your anxiety your distress

I sat here feeling useless and inadequate

 

The chat stopped, instantly like losing a limb

There was nothing at all, I kept looking

I waited, I ached, I worried, I wondered

What had happened to you? Where were you? Did you still need me?

 

Finally a solitary email arrived

The tune had changed you were different

You found your strength, you found a voice again

There was no more chat between us

 

I’ve done my job, I step back, slightly sad

I helped you grow, I’m not needed anymore

I have lost a friend, but I know there are more to gain

Your chat now is just correspondence, I am pleased you are yourself again