Huddled with survival,
dying coals radiate little warmth.
walk toward that which lights your fire.
fuel the love light inside yourself.
When the wind blows and blows fiercely.
Your glowing flame will remain.
Untouchable.
© Ali Grimshaw
depression
The Field
A crack,
followed by a breaking open.
As the walls fall,
you will no longer be contained,
held separate.
Grieve and they shall crumble,
until the last stone is still.
Leaving you in a field of golden openness.
Wide and light.
No need for protection.
Bare.
In the warm air.
By Ali Grimshaw
Another Year
I could have happened a billion different ways,
but I happened just one way.
One out of an infinite number of stories,
my story unfolded.
Now I pause in the middle of my book.
Understanding, as I didn’t before,
my power in authoring what is left.
Awed by the journey, the near misses, grieved losses,
the fight that has returned within.
Grateful for wanting to be at this party called life.
Many precious minutes
are not gaurenteed.
Savoring this very one.
By Ali Grimshaw
Flashlight batteries
Darkness will arrive. It always catches by surprise. The last thing you thought would happen. Standing now between walls unseen. You can only feel your way. Bearings gone. Hearing your breath, wondering how long it has been since you just stood still. A moment of relief before the thinking returns. Holding the flashlight tight, you hope it will light your way. When was the last time the batteries were checked? One of the hundreds of tasks put into the someday pile.
© Ali Grimshaw 2015
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 