the reassembled life

so glad my world is crumbling
‘cos i really want to start again
i won’t try to hold the pieces
and rebuild the walls in vain

things can never be right again
but i can weave a flaxen path
i won’t pack my travelling bag
with either despair or wrath

i’ll thaw my hands o’er new hearth
’til i emanate a renewed hope
i won’t let them claw me into
their inhuman brutal death lope

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

GUEST POST // To A Blog by Raycabiro

Dear Blog,
Are you a log
Within which I write a journal?

Or Blog,
Are you a log
Floating in a sea of troubles?

But Blog,
Are you a log
Upon which I rest my laurels?

Dear Blog,
You are a log
With whom I will not ever quarrel.

by RAYCABIRO
© All rights reserved 2014