You are a blue sky.
A color that I love to get lost in.
A consistent and ever-changing
backdrop for others,
and stand alone marvel.
Sometimes filled with challenging clouds
opening my eyes
to visions of blue
I’ve not seen.
© Ali Grimshaw
You are a blue sky.
A color that I love to get lost in.
A consistent and ever-changing
backdrop for others,
and stand alone marvel.
Sometimes filled with challenging clouds
opening my eyes
to visions of blue
I’ve not seen.
© Ali Grimshaw
Cut yourself free
from the weight of all not forgiven
a constricting of vitality, past failures squeeze
the tangle of rope, disallows a full breath.
Each memory binds, an internal tightening
of a time you did not stop it,
didn’t stand up tall for yourself.
Patterns of knots encircle your being.
Twisted, wound round, strangled voice.
If you would have been smarter, stronger, better …
If only you had been more.
© Ali Grimshaw Revised 2018
While you were away,
my heart expanded,
exploring new pathways,
journeying inside and out.
My life has grown
and yet I have not lost you.
We are still holding the
same thread,
forever woven,
into both of our hearts.
You never left.
while you were away.
© Ali Grimshaw
Dedicated to my dear friend Kirsten Schwabel and with gratitude to Neha’s blog Forgottenmeadows.
They arrived unattached,
expecting nothing in return,
only wanting to be heard.
Now we reside together in the rocking chair.
I open to a blank page to welcome them home.
© Ali Grimshaw
Awake in the darkness with a different kind of knowing.
One of souls connected in an absence of time.
Understanding not limited by words.
A sigh that offers comfort,
only possible from the deep inhale proceeding it.
Melding without becoming one.
A miracle of wholeness from separate beings.
© Ali Grimshaw
Valentine’s Day 2016