A life of freedom

I’ve found that this life isn’t for me
I have always envisioned myself to be free
Where love knows no boundaries
Hate was a myth
A work of fiction you’d read about – but never did exist
Your imagination could run a marathon
But never get tired
Modesty was an attribute to be admired
A mind and body in complete serenity
Working hand in hand to utilise every memory
We worshipped one another religiously
A new story book of imagery
A homemade remedy
Where religion wasn’t an entity
Animals had a safe haven
Humans were not so brazen
They roamed free amongst our bodies
We feed each other all the nutrition we need
Kindness and trust – ingested as a whole
Love throughout the mind, body and soul
Eyes overloaded with green
Nature was all that was seen
Flowers growing from every corner of the planet
Wildlife thriving as no one would damage it
A life left untouched
But never lonely – not once in our clutch
Where we lived as one
Our creator was the sun
We were never to be divided
Forever in the light we resided

I worship the ground you walk on

The beauty of poetry is interpretation. You can write whatever comes into your mind and it can piece together to create something beautiful. Poetry isn’t about consistency and perfection, it can be anything that flows during a wave of creativity – as always my poems consist of metaphors and always play on famous sayings, for example in this poem “worshipping the ground you walk on” so obviously I had to play on religious connotations. I hope you all enjoy x

I was an atheist until I met you, 
Always told you to walk a mile in my shoes,
Then you’d know what it was like to love you a little too much,
And how it was to smile a little less, 
And to understand this religious context,
I preyed in a different way,  
By looking into your eyes that day, 
By creating a pathway for you to walk, 
For our minds to connect and not to talk,
Where you loved me less and smiled more,
When you walked on this path your feet lit up the floor,
Beneath your feet you emitted beams so strong,
To believe in anything less than you would be wrong,
In this secular age I found a spiritual connection,
By watching your path closely and following your direction,
Your footsteps led me to an enlightened space,
Where I preyed that our smiles would one day be the same,
We dusted our shoes off and put them aside, 
We found a place that we could hide, 
I took your hand and told you to hold on,
My first time worshipping – and it was the ground that you walked on.