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Went for a walk
Along the coast The sun is hot The breeze is cool Watching the sea And clouds above I’m no longer perturbed Thanks to nature I find a happier me
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A struggle between love and anger
I choose love over anger Days then filled with laughter Despite sufferings I passively fight Let time shows Let achievement proves I’m not grandiose I’m not dreaming a futile dream I strive for my dreams I work hard to make them realised I’m happy to say that So far all my dreams have come true So psychiatrist dear Don’t put me in agony Just so you can cover your back Raindrops on the leaves
Like teardrops contained in my eyes They trickled down my cheeks Cleansing my heart of sorrow I wiped them dry Before anyone could see Why this unhappy When there is so much to hope for I have come so far Gone through falls after falls Haven’t I got up quicker and quicker each time Why lament over bad times The present is present Treasure what I have How much courage I can find in me
Courage to follow my dreams Courage to persist Courage to fight for my well-being Courage to stand up from falls Will there be a day My courage runs out Will there be a day I give up on my dreams I give up on my ideals I tell myself There won’t be such a day There shouldn’t be such a day! I watched her play
through the window pane; a child so part of nature, forming a beautiful picture, within the garden, like the Eden. An air of freshness perfumed the environment, the truth of being a child is immense joy and learning. Wheels turn My time moves on People from different orders Come into my life Have I wasted my golden years Slept away my youth Counting numbers Of opportunities I’ve lost But spring comes again Bringing differences A fly danced in front of my eyes
Annoyed, I brushed it away A thoughtless way of taking its life I saw its body Lying on my desk Why I wanted it dead I really didn’t know I’m no more happy Now that it’s gone So why on earth I did that for In the distance
I see the horizon I see you hear your whisper. In the distance there’s the bridge I walk on meeting you at the other end. In the distance the sky takes up different colours I’ve lost you among the hues. I’m broken we’re together no more you’ve left me in the distance a summer night
reading a book a book of true heroes strikes a house of thoughts thoughts that traverse from Joan of Arc to the brave firefighter admiration finds its way in the late of night a night that settles into comfort I walk in the fog
Along a sandy beach Playing the game of fairy With wings on my back I fly, fly, fly I drop my wand I lose control I fall, fall, fall I’m my old self again Disappointed |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |
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