by Rayna
Purpose
the reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists.
Purpose coincides so graciously with passion. It is something we feel connected to and drawn toward. A sense of being and comfort comes with the journey of uncovering either. My truth is we all have a purpose, and nothing or no-one is insignificant to another. The cycle of connection. The cycle of life - it just goes round and round like the wheels on a bike until you reach your destination, and then your next destination and the one after that. We are destined to be exactly where we are, learning, growing, creating beautiful waves of synchronisations and knock on effects. ​
Mornings
I remember mornings spent outside the bus stop
The melodies of morning prayer oozing through the walls whilst I waited for my ride to work
Each and every day
I remember mornings which started far too late
Scrambling for my shoes and my fucking lanyard
Uber's outside, no time to waste
Day fueled by adrenaline
I remember mornings not knowing where I was
Focused on the colour of the walls
Disorientated
Focused on being awake
Grateful
I remember the morning I woke up with a stranger's head between my legs
Shocked, shaken
Calling my friend from the other room to come and save me
How the fuck did it come to this?
I remember the morning my mum called me crying
Sister Overdosed
Scrambling for my shoes and my fucking mind
Hayley
I miss you x
And now my mornings I spend making porridge for my babies and I
Thanking God for Strength and the courage to fight you see
Not everyone will remember This morning as just
one of those days
They may remember it in a more
turbulent way
And to those people, I feel honoured to say
Just you wait
The mornings will come where you know that your safe
The mornings will come that are centred, and slow
The mornings will come
and The mornings will go
6:30am pt.1
The delight of waking up on a
Summer's Day with open curtains
Mr Sun is up before you
The sky is bright and blue
As if waiting for you to arrive
From the window you see birds
playing kiss chase
The Sky is their stage.
You hear the choir in the
side stand
Trees are Still
They are appreciating this moment in the day
Where they don't have to share their breathe
with us
Everything is calm.
Preparing for the restlessness that will soon come,
as it always does
to disturb the peace
6:30am pt.2
You sip your morning coffee
Too strong perhaps, but it's the
kick up the arse you need to get going
Really, you should practice mindfulness
When did you get so
uncomfortable with the quiet?
Remember being perched
on top of a mountain?
It is all downhill from here (you think)
How about just for today
You stay at the top
Feelings
Feelings come and feelings go
Feelings conspire and try to grow
How big? Only you will know
Until you become them and then it will show
Allow them in like oceans do waves
They'll crash and smash and constantly change
One day they're big and one day they're small
They're only feelings after all
A Catch Up
I haven't had time to reflect on my twenty third year
in fact I haven't had time to reflect on anything
Stuck in the loop of feeling like I just have to carry on
The truth is when you're a mum the only emotion you can show is joy
(unless you want to permanently damage your kids)
So that's what I did;
When I got the call that my Grandad died
I ran to the kitchen to hide
So that I could cry
And i did.
I cried for three minutes until I heard my son come pattering in
Wiping the tear falling from my chin
I looked at him with a smile
"Hey george, you look nice"
So I made plans to cry later that night,
but i was ready for bed by nine
Soon woken by the Sun's shine
Still thinking of my Taid and how
I'd just
Watched him die
​
Restless arms and dazed eyes,
Transcending to another life
Bereaved daughters
Lonely wife
But at least I got to say goodbye?
​
And now my sister's got her Granddad,
Wherever it is they are
Probably frolicking and fannying about
Somewhere in the stars,
And I can see the stars from downstairs so
They're really not that far,
And maybe they can see me too
Wherever it is they are
​
Anyway, sorry I missed our catch up
I've been watching my Granddad die
Yes hun the kids are fine
On the way to the shop to buy wine
Just think I need a cry
​
Seasons
energy flows through me
like water down a stream
slowly
softly
constant
It’s really quite serene.
when the energy within you
begins to weigh you down
Grab the remote and press pause on life
And take a look around;
Beauty can be found in all
And so can peace and love
There’s beauty in the leaves that fall
And those that hang above.
Seasons come and go
But forever they will stay
There’s beauty in all four of them
Don’t wish one way
there’s beauty in the winter winds
cold as they may be
out of human hands
the snow falls peacefully,
as spring approaches flowers bloom
the colours make us smile
sunshine streaming
flowers dreaming
brightness for a while.
summer comes, the birds return
the skies are full of song
people smiling
ice-cream vans chiming
but the sunshine won’t last long
there’s beauty in the Autumn
as the leaves turn hues of red
thank your blessings for the rain that falls
as you snuggle into bed
Press pause on life and look around
What colours do you see?
Does the brightness make your soul smile
Or dullness bring misery?
The world exists within you
You are in control.
Use your power wisely
And watch the happiness roll
Where’s your energy going?
Is it on life itself?
The trees breathing
The sun gleaming
Or are you chasing wealth?
When everything around you falls
Look at what remains
The ground below you holds your weight
Divinity does the same
Protect your peace and harmony
Your energy is yours
Don’t invest in bitcoin
Sadness or in Wars
Winter
A poem about this Winter, finding warmth in what I have
My poor spinach, you look so ill
But I keep you in your plant pot still
Your shrivelled leaves stayed green
Despite the frosty winter breeze
I venture out to the balcony
Until the cold gets too much for me
I'll sort you out, when Summer comes
When the air is warm and cicada hums
For now it's time to stay inside,
Sad as it is, for the world is wide
But how lucky am I
In my two bedroom flat
Irrelevant that the neighbour's a twat
When I close the doors it's just us inside
In the warm cosy flat, where we reside
Pity
O dreary me
Not a penny to my name
No more iced coffees for you
O Pity What a shame
Tucked in tightly in
Your nice warm bed
Shower gel for your body
Shampoo for your head
And the kids?
Not to worry, they've got food on their plate
And they're too young for you to worry about
them staying out late
A bath before bed and clean clothes
Every day
There's a park down the road and you don't have to pay
Your wardrobe is full, you don't need new clothes!
And your phone may be old but it works
It's a phone
So stop complaining and feeling O so blue
Your kids don't need fancy
Your kids just need you
Scorpio Full Moon
Enlighten me of my troubles, I sit patiently beneath your warm orange glow
Mum guilt
Finances
Lack of direction
Do I do enough
I am enough
Life has taken me to many places. I have seen many things. And yet here I am,
Always willing to change and to grow
Like a snake, I shed my skin and expand
My life is a tale of expansion. No matter how small my home or social circle or my CV now, 'behind' a few years
It has always been my soul, the glow within me
That I have chosen to expand