Reality is a Construct

Have you ever watched footage
of a building being demolished?
The speed at which it falls.
How quickly it becomes nothing
more than dust and rubble.
Yet in its creation, the building
up from foundations, that takes
time, effort and consideration.
It’s the same with people.
Take time to elevate
rather than detonate.
Your words have more power
than you know.

~The H Word~

Time Taken

My well had run dry;
arid, barren, producing
nothing but dust
that would fill up my head
and then settle for less
but I’m learning,
to be kinder and stop
long enough to consider
what’s important to me.
I’ve refilled. Ideas run free
even if I can’t catch them all
my bucket’s ready and waiting.
I’m prepared,
and now making amends,
the process never ends,
it’s perpetual, eternal,
enlightened survival.
I now keep up with myself,
so I can be my best self
in the best possible way.

~The H Word~


Cultural demons beat
damned wings in impatience.
Patriarchal propensity
clings to yesterday’s norm.
Demands are unanswered,
spiteful hector, unheard.
Expression mangles in fury
as the madness takes hold.
Resistance confuses
such inherent expectation.
Femininity, surely,
guarantees acquiescence.
Is it so,
can it be,
the revolution’s begun?
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day23

Captivating Celebration

Captured in sunlight
her lucent complexion
reflects natural beauty;
luminous scintillation.

Reveals without shame
everything and nothing.

Frame grabs attention
confidence pulls you in
kind eyes reassure
curiosity invited.

It feels almost intrusive,
a digital confrontation

but she meets it head on
her gaze never wavers
an enigmatic self-portrait
declares this is me.

Silent affirmation speaks
straight from the soul.

I see a woman, unveiling
how it looks to be loved
from within, most of all.
A celebration.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day20

Killing Time

What doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.
A new superpower
to the sacrificed herd.
Or, better still
call them heroes, instead—
our essential front-line
left unprotected and blind
to get on with it all.
No-ones asking
for heroes
or super-fucking-powers.
Just a fighting chance,
enough ventilators
(and masks).
Society’s clutching
its last strand of sanity,
ripped out at the roots
in frustrated rage.
Reality? Should have
its license revoked,
along with the jokers
calling the shots.
I’ve seen horror movies
offer more hope.
Humanity reveals
its tainted underside
reckless protesters
assemble to give
ignorance a chance.
Vague regulations
social distance resistance
encourages the selfish
who couldn’t care less
about the widows they make
for freedom’s sake.
Pandemonium weakens
to washed-out dismay.
Astonishment fades
to shady complacency.
Take a bite of the news,
try and swallow the bile
acerbic indigestion
a bitter reward
for your time.
Truth’s an alien concept
to the trusted elected.
High-born sociopaths
(or game-show hosts)
play with thousands
of lives, the stakes
have never been higher.
It’s no witty affair
when empathy’s scarce.
So, take yourself for a walk
your once-a-day jaunt.
Mind, set a brisk pace
keep depression
at bay, for a while.
It’s killing time.
#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day19

On The Ropes

A chaotic cacophony
constantly whines
like an analogue TV
just off the channel —
enough to drive
you insane.

Tempers are taut
like tightrope wires
waiting to trip up
and garrote anyone
who’s up for
a fight.

I’ve already gone
ten rounds today.
I’m doing my best
to stay out the way.

Privacy’s now obsolete
when there’s no place
to go, no way to be
alone, without question,
“What you doing?”

I’m doing my best
to stay out the way.
I’ve had enough
for today.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day7

What do you want to achieve today?

Firstly, apologies to anyone who thinks this is going to be an inspirational post about what wonderful, creative things you can do during lock-down.

Whilst I’m in awe of those who are learning new skills, adhering to a carefully thought out schedule and generally excelling at life, that simply isn’t me.

Today, my achievement is that I woke up at 9 am. You may be thinking, oh, did you want to have a long lie? Sorry, let me explain. Today I wanted to wake up at 9 am because for the past four days I haven’t been able to get out of bed before midday.

Let me put this into context. I’m a mother of two; one is 9 and the other is 18. I’m married. I have responsibilities. I am in my second year of a university degree course. However, I also struggle with my mental health.

I guess the point of this post is to show that everyone’s goals are going to be different right now. This is a weird and messed up situation. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else. Set personal goals and celebrate achieving them. Know that what you are doing is good enough.

Tomorrow, I might add something else, I might not. If I can get up at 9 am for two days running, I’ll be happy with that.

Whatever you achieve today, no matter how small, I admire your strength. If you feel you haven’t achieved what you planned, there’s always tomorrow. I admire your courage to keep trying.

You’re one of a kind, each and every one of you. Please be kind to yourself.

Stay safe, everyone!

H x

War of Words

We live in a time where being online is a such huge part of life. For some, this will have increased tenfold over the past few weeks, as we try to keep up to date with what’s going on and stay in contact with those we cannot see face to face. I, for one, have never been more grateful for the internet.

The poem I’m sharing today, I wrote about one of the negative aspects of online interaction — keyboard warriors. Those who love nothing more than to spout hateful comments to get a reaction. Many of us have encountered them, whether it’s been directed towards us personally or towards someone we follow, it’s never a positive experience.

We each have our own way of dealing with them. For me, I try to take away the thing they crave the most — attention, but sometimes that can be hard to do.

War of Words

Wicked warriors
brandishing words
like daggers — sharpened
and barbed to pierce
the thickest of skins,
aimed to destroy from within.

Insults and slights
dolled up to the nines
yet, each dipped in poison
to hurt and divide.

It’s up to you to decide,
respond or ignore?
Give attention they crave,
or decide it isn’t your war.

You could attack them
with kindness. Choose
your words carefully.
Your weapon of choice?
Compassionate humanity.

Or wear honour like armour ―
polished and bright
enough to deflect
those weaponised
words of spite.

There are no winners
in war, only survivors.
Ask yourself, honestly,
is this a battle
worth fighting?


I think I’m failing,
floundering around
in this farce
of a situation
that’s turned life
into a dystopian nightmare.

I think I’m failing,
my once favourite
fiction, designed to
frighten and capture
imagination, is too
real to me, now.

I think I’m failing,
I’m frantic and fearful
of being utterly incapable
of being everything
they expect me
to be.

I think I’m failing,
as I don’t understand
how best to separate
myself, so they
can all have the pieces
they need.

I know I’m failing,
in this impossible attempt
to be everything
at once, when simply
one is enough,
for now.

~The H Word~

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day1

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