Hostage

Held hostage

my thoughts are not my own.

Like a pantomime I go through space.

Controlled from afar.

The ties of a puppeteer constrict my breathing,

muffle my emotion.

I’m struggling against their force,

feeling the surge of power.

That power feeds my seeds of anger,

small growths that are blossoming

into a force that i’m fearful to use.

Cutting those ties means freedom,

a freedom I’ve been ignoring,

holding fast to the past.

Not wanting to go forward alone.

Those ties holding me are made of string, not steel.

They never gave me support, just a false sense of security.

They were never truly holding me, though I felt them.

Like a lie, I need to reveal them for what they are.

False hope, a manipulation of the truth into a fairytale,

only they can believe.

I will not be held hostage anymore.

I’m free.

Dawn

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Podcasts I ❤️ 

So I’ve been listening to some fabulous podcasts in the new year. A good friend M got me hooked.  I’ve found Lore, about folklore.  So awesome for a history nerd like me.  I’m a fan of true crime and forensic evidence, so Detective is fascinating.  Someone knows something is keeping me on the edge of my seat.  My New Years resolutions are getting kicked in the butt by The Minimalists.  These guys are so inspiring!!!
I went from this x 3…

To this…


A mess of yarn and books to this..

I like seeing the yarn.  Before I had a mess of colours and weights in plastic bins.