I’ve been experimenting with some new styles of poetry recently. While it has been challenging, it has also been loads of fun.

Nature has a power we often forget.

We are as much nature as the things we share our space with.

Using memory as inspiration. Time has a way of casting a fresh perspective over our lives.

I know I haven’t shared my writings for some time. A lot has been going on in my world. Things that have got me questioning much – the whys and what fors – it's not fair – it shouldn’t be. I've been sick. I was in hospital I saw myself fading between the cracks. I didn’t have the strength to put any effort in moving through this process until I realised that the words were still there, the language, the building bricks of life had not left me -  I had left me.

Life’s rough and l was getting caught up the chaos. I was hearing the I’m not good enough echos why can’t I fix it for everyone but then I literally saw a single butterfly, it stopped on the leaf just by my head and suddenly I noticed that the volume had dropped. I focused on this butterfly instead of the chaos. Its wings were not particularly colourful or stunning  but as l stood there I felts its beauty , I felt a power from it as I focused on the fact that it appeared so small so insignificant in a universe beyond limits and yet it was.