My darling niece

My darling niece.

She looks up at me with pondering blue eyes.

Confused and comfortable in one look.

“Her face is sort of right, but its not mummy” she thinks.

So there she goes, concerned,

Her face scrunching and then softening like she’s making up her mind.

A soft voice reaches out to her from my mouth.

“Relax”, she reassures herself, it’s just my auntie,

“Does she know what to do?

I’ve seen her swinging around my brother and carrying him over her shoulders,

My head must be held and my body kept warm, I don’t think she will do that to me”

My darling niece,

I know how to love you, I know how to protect you. I will always do both.

So watch my hazel eyes follow yours about. Feel my chest rising as I keep you warm and feel my arms underneath you, ready so you will never fall.

Though you’d rather be in your mothers arms, I hope one day you’ll find solace in mine too.

Turmeric Tea

Turmeric tea.

It’s time for me to turn around,

Turn around and see

Turn around and be

Someone different or someone changed.

Make believe

Show me a way

to take it all away

Away so that I can be someone else

A different personality

Hold on

Is this what you want?

To love yourself as someone else

Rather than who you are and not who you want to be?

But isn’t who I want to be who I am,

And this isn’t just a fantasy,

Because I am me.

A Slip

Upon this mountain it gets lonely.

But with the strong winds and wide green scape, it is just were i need to be.

With no one around me, no thoughts other than my own,

Enough to fill this mountain and spread over the rugged hills.

Though my head Is empty and I don’t know where to start.

What comes out more prominently than the rest and why does it feel like a nightmare?

To see past all the chaos, to trigger the loneliness that I should feel alone on this mountain top,

To feel the sadness and loss when all I see is the hate and peaceful solitude.

If I jump, will I take flight to heaven? Or will I fall hopelessly to hell?

Finding Peace

After my previous post “I look to you”, I realised that I wasn’t as happy as I thought I was. I was scared that I’d didn’t even know what made me happy and that maybe somewhere deep down my mind was fiercely trying to retaliate on my rational and heart protecting feelings.

On Monday last week I let it all out, all those feelings. It was like I allowed one half of my mind to shut down and the other half out to play. This was all at a great risk of course. Then again, how much more hurt could I feel without any of the great stuff? I was just giving up the great stuff for pain so I never really won.

Anyway, that perfume…yeah I ordered it and I wear it most days now. I also reached out to the one person who made me feel like I was really living the reckless life I wanted to live at this age. I reached out and there they were, with arms like spindle fibres ready to reconnect to me as if we were destined DNA. I’m not sure I could class it as a relief because it felt more like coming home. Their smell, their voice, the look in their eyes was all something I had missed in my fibres and there they were, ready for me, accepting me back.

I did a lot of rubbish things too. I hurt them, I deserted them when things got hard and complicated. I was the one with all of these uncontrollable feelings and it was never really their fault for changing things because I had no right over them. They lied, they hid things too and they were deceitful. It’s been over a year and that connection is still there. I need to be happy and I want to feel peace.

The final hug on my departure told me that we still were meant to be close. The whispers of “I miss you” and “I’m sorry” floating around my ears still, I finally feel a bit of peace.

Apologies for Yesterday

Would you give me a moment to say that I’m sorry

for yesterday’s sadness and the night that was lonely.

Would you give me a moment to explain what I can

of the uncertainty I feel and then hope you understand.

Apologies for yesterday, I think I’ll get better

Soon I’ll move past this and soon I’ll forget her.

Could the days feel any longer as the hours drag by,

Or the absence of light as the day feels like nigh.

Could the winter feel warmer than this icy wind that blows,

will the summer come sooner bringing me peace, who knows?

Apologies for yesterday I think I’ll get better

Soon I’ll move past this and soon I’ll forget her.

Who could say it gets better when the sun starts appearing,

or will this feeling still be with me each morning and evening?

Who can tell if the change in the birds time of song

will make up for all the things that I feel are so wrong.

Apologies for yesterday, I think I’ll get better

Soon I’ll move past this and soon I’ll forget her.

Pease give me a moment to work out what I’m feeling,

sometimes it’s all clear and other times it’s confusing.

Would you give me a moment to work out what I can do

so I don’t have to live out again all the pain that I went through.

Apologies for yesterday, one day I’ll be better

I’m trying to move past this and I’m trying to forget her…

I Look to You

For a second you were here. For a second that beautiful smell of that perfume wasn’t the brunette sitting opposite me in a beanie hat, it was you, next to me, dressed up on our way into London for a night out.

God that smell, I miss it so much.

I close my eyes and you’re here, you’re surrounding me with every memory we ever shared together. You’re surrounding me with every feeling I ever felt for you and are making me want to run back to you.

I never thought a sense could trigger so much, I never thought it would make me want to see you again but it does.

Time has passed but that feeling, that adoration I felt, that love that I felt, will be eternal. I can’t begin to explain how much I want to see you in this moment, how much I want to hug you and laugh with you…you were my best friend, and my soulmate.

All the same

These days are far away from the last time that we met,

I rushed to meet you with my bad jeans on, a jumper and hair still wet.

It wasn’t the same, and it was like that for a while,

but I always miss your face, your eyes and your smile.

At that point then our worlds had turned so very fast,

now there is no time to reflect on our beautiful toxic past.

So long I slumbered with my heart so broken,

after coming to you with it once so open.

These days I pretend I don’t care when I hear your name

though my heart breaks again, I love you all the same and

I can’t help but feel broken by what you said, what you did,

Now I’m here all alone and you now have a kid.

the dreams that we shared, I thought would last forever,

but now I am on a path of my own solo endeavour.

I’m scared of trying to come back into your life again

when I could just run away, live without you and pretend

that I still care about every laugh that you make,

Is it worth it, is it a risk I can take?

Parts of you still remain so close to me,

You’re still a soulmate, this can you see?

Behind the mask

Behind the mask I am just a girl. With the mask on I am heralded a “hero” and “amazing person”, yet I don’t feel like it at all.

I don’t need claps or praise or for everyone to tell me how good a job I am doing, or how “it must be really hard but be strong”.

After months and months of this, after months of working so hard, crying after every shift, being separated from family and friends, I want to be done. I’m not sure I can do this anymore.

My last post was a brief highlight of my life as a nurse in the NHS in London, England. Like many places across the world we are in a fight and we are pushing ourselves to physical and mental limits. I am not aged yet, but I feel a hundred years old. My hair is going greyer by the days, my face is wrinkled and dried up, my energy is barely replenished by sleep and I have pains all over. I am one of the “capable” professionals, but I am not a hero.

We see a patient, we try our best and we move on to the next. Then back to the other, make the rounds again, answer the crash bells, turn the patients, check the ventilators, do the meds, check the tubing, change that drain, transfuse that blood, discuss with doctors, try and call family.

Then have a break.

I love the job, it is an amazing place to be. However, like anything, there is only so far I can go. There is only so much my head can take. I won’t forget to breathe when this is all over, but I don’t know what might happen when I finally do.

I Recognise your eyes

Tell me what is your name because I’d really like to know,

I want to hear it from your mouth and then I’ll need to go,

Onto someone anew to gaze upon, to help, to fix, to hold,

Never I have I seen what I have seen, this is the truth be told.

Your eyes are closed but your chest still rising,

Like each morning breathing with the sun still shining,

Your hair grows longer and your nails need cutting,

But this is only the beginning and my day’s just starting,

The days we tried our best not to let the fear show,

We worked tirelessly with hope that we wouldn’t let you go,

But off you went, sometimes a dozen in a day,

And all you heard were our comforting words that it was going to be ok,

Us strangers you saw as it came to the end,

No difficulties we allowed, and to heaven we sent,

More lives than I’d ever want to see in a lifetime,

If it happened to us, would we still wait in line?

Heavens gates are now crowded with more hundreds to come,

Will it be over soon? Will it be done?

I pray to the world, every force to exist,

That this disease that infects us will fall into the abyss.

We are paying the price for a world so selfish,

So please give us a chance, please try to help us.

Many of us see, and now we will act,

To make this world a better place and keep it


Give us the relief of all those who are dying,

We will look at our lives differently and I will start trying.

G is for George

As I walked into the room, I barely knew which person was the patient and which was the company. Both women, standing there in front of me, similar ages, similar physical beauty and dress. Then she smiled, and I knew right away who I was to be focusing my energy on for the next 11 hours of the shift. She smiled like she was holding her breath, like she had just been told the terrible news that she had cancer and was completely resilient to the fact that she was here for gruelling therapy.

Like a job interview, she seemed ready, like she was making an impression. At work, we don’t need impressions much, we just come to work, do our best in the job and then go home, and this is the safest way to protect our heart from the inevitability of some people’s journeys. That smile showed me a lot, and instantly I fell for it, because it had a friendliness and uncertainty in it which was beautiful to me.

She seemed so well and she was doing so well I thought. So I let myself get close to her. I let myself wander in on quiet afternoons on the ward just to have conversations about random things, or to see what lovely item was sent in the post to her that day. We spoke about a lot of different things and when I walked into her room my eyes would scan her shelves, table and wall at the pictures of her loved ones watching over her. I would find her sitting in her bed, showered and ready for the day. She would wear these big hoop earrings and do her makeup just to feel a little bit normal among all the illness. She was wonderful.

I would request her to care for just so I could have a breather from the stress other patients provided, she would always relax me and damn, I took that for granted because look at us now. I see her now in my head, standing at the windows with her binoculars looking down on the street, searching for her little dog that her sister had brought for her to see, these fourteen floors up. Fourteen floors closer to heaven.

She knew about me, knew about my life and what I had been up to on my days off. She knew the colour of my eyes and what my smile looked like under the masks we wore. With her Polaroid camera she begged to take a picture of me, just so she would remember me. But it is me that is remembering her, remembering her bright eyes that radiated sunlight, or dry sarcasm that would have me laughing through the door and down the corridor. I admired her resilience. “I’ve got this, I’ll fight this” she would say to me, and I believed it.

She was in remission and all my beliefs came true because she had fought it. She returned for a transplant, success.

It hadn’t even been two months when I saw her name pop up on our admissions list. My stomach turned thinking of why she had returned. The rumour surfaced of her relapse, it was all back and it was worse, there was nothing more they could do.

My heart sank and tore and bled.

She went home. I forgot to say goodbye.

She came back, this time worse and still, I didn’t see her.

News came that she was in intensive care and all I could think was about her, all the time. That woman who spent so much time making others feel better, making me feel like I was the best nurse in the world and like I could do anything, was coming to the end of this life.

It made me feel sick and so incredibly sad for her. I thought about her all the time, wondering if I would make it back to work in time to see her, to tell her what an impression she made on me. To thank her.

Finally I got myself down to the third floor on a shift at work. I was panicking and my stomach was in my mouth. I was scared to see her, scared to know that this was it, the probable last time I would see her face.

Room 4. I was mistaken for another team as I gowned up to go in, putting on a smile to the nearest colleague asking me what my intentions were on the unit, as I was far from home. I was directed in, and up stood her sister, the same beautiful company I could have mistaken her for in the first seconds of meeting. She lay on the bed, machines, lines and bedcovers surrounded her. All I would look at was her face and I will have it in my head for some time yet, I’m sure.

I don’t know what I said to her, I could barely think of words to say that didn’t end up with notions of life and death. I watched her eyes, opening little and often when I leaned in to talk to her or when she would wake herself up accidentally when her bent knees fell sideways and I would hold them lightly so she didn’t have to use up all her energy.

I can’t have spent very long in there. I think I could have stayed all day. She deserved for me to stay by her side but I had to leave to get back to my other patients. They didn’t seem to deserve me at that point, not when I felt so drawn to her. She always cared for me, regardless of being the patient. I didn’t deserve her, she is too good for this world.

I did not return to the ICU that day, nor the next. I hastily await Thursday to know if I will see her one last time, or whether that Tuesday morning will have been my final farewell to a wonderful person. I hope she got to go home, and I hope she is peaceful, whether she is still here right now, or with God.

That day was the last day I saw her. A week later she died, some 6 days after her birthday. To say that my heart hurt would be an understatement, for I will always be grateful for our moments together.