I hear the music
not with my ears
but through
the soles of my feet
I feel the earth beat
as it changes with time
each season a movement
my life a symphony
I am the second violin
to your first,
together we move
in tune
in sync
We wait for the orchestra
to join in
to become one body
of song
we can heal
the world
if we can all play
the same notes
© Niamh Corcoran 9/11/2012
if luck were sandy beach
would you take just a grain,
or a bucketful?
build a castle to share
or a moat to keep
others and the sea at bay
if luck were a lawn
would you take just a blade
or a handful?
let it grow tall and free
or mow it
so others could have less
if luck were stars in the sky
would you take a small one,
or perhaps the sun?
put it in a window to
to light the way
or hide it
so others live in the dark.
crashing through my brain,
never stops,
round the clock,
always on the move.
Casual passengers
fight for space,
worries and fears
compete for seats,
Each breath seems
to shout out
all aboard, all aboard,
come keep me awake.
The night and dark,
welcomes each new thought.
Images flit and flee,
never staying within grasp.
Encouraging a chase,
to understand, to see
what they mean.
Only the dawning sun,
and beeping alarm,
see them on their way,
these night-time passengers
in the dark will stay.
crashing through my brain,
never stops,
round the clock,
always on the move.
Casual passengers
fight for space,
worries and fears
compete for seats,
Each breath seems
to shout out
all aboard, all aboard,
come keep me awake.
The night and dark,
welcomes each new thought.
Images flit and flee,
never staying within grasp.
Encouraging a chase,
to understand, to see
what they mean.
Only the dawning sun,
and beeping alarm,
see them on their way,
these night-time passengers
in the dark will stay.
©Niamh Corcoran 25/11/2011
the darkness beckons,
threatens to consume me,
the gossamer thread that
holds me here stretched
to its limits.
the future a flickering
pinprick,
there is comfort in the dark
an ease, a knowing, an ending,
today I may slip into
into its waiting arms
sever the links
to a life too hard
©Niamh Corcoran
Stay and hold me
so I can feel
your breath
cool on my cheek
your heartbeat
close to mine
the steadiness
of your feet
on the earth
if you let me go
or take your eyes
off me for a second
I am afraid
the wind of life
will seize me
in a frenzied whirl
and I may never
find my way home.
©Niamh Corcoran
When I look in your eyes
and our bodies meld
to become one
I know I shall never
really be alone
in those fleeting moments
my mind quieted
skin tingling
as if I’d stood in cold rain
breath ragged
hair awry
the sight of you
the feel and smell of you
will soon be a distant memory
but even without you
I know
I am whole, complete
always at one with the world
at my feet.
©Niamh Corcoran
Today, I curl up
in a ball and cry,
for my children
slowly destroying me
with pollution, plastic
and pesticides
they cut forests
and burn grasslands
chase the animals,
they have not
hunted and killed,
from their homes
yet I continue to
feed them, provide
water and shelter
air to breathe
in the hope that
they will learn
to value
my magnificence
On silver wings of desperation
she flees,
the knife in her hand drips
a Hansel and Gretel trail
that any ordinary man could find
the unicorn dips his head
as she passes
he has no wish to bear
witness to the crime
what he does not see…
the fairies in the glade
following her
flit from tree to tree
their incessant chatter
like birdsong
cover her footsteps
so none hear her pass
complicit in death
as in life they claim
to value freedom.
©Niamh Corcoran
fairy tales aren’t lies
but sugar-coated truths
we cannot bear to hear
to allow reality to sink in
is to float on a paper raft
in a raging sea
too many loose ends
not enough ribbon to tie them
only bedraggled raffia
in multi-coloured knots
that catch on rocks –
keep them floating
these dreams we seize
to bolster our days
turn to drizzle at dusk
© Niamh Corcoran 4/12/2013
Two today, both with the same title, the first written on the 27 April 2012, the second written earlier this year. I had forgotten about the first one and only found it as I couldn’t remember where I’d saved the recent one and a search on my computer threw both of them up. I thought I’d share both as it is a good indication of how far I have journeyed in the last few years and I figure it might give those of who read my site and may be suffering from depression or anxiety hope that time does heal. Everything changes with time, hang in there. ❤
The Voice
Today, I cannot silence the voice,
nor the constant drumbeat
accompanying it,
that reverberates through
my every bone
The voice that tells me
I am no good,
The constant beat,
You are useless, useless, useless
an endless track.
The voice will not be quelled,
Silence is its power;
I cannot outrun it
for the beat
matches each and every step.
The voice will not be drowned
out by music,
I turn the volume up
’til my ears bleed
it cannot override the beat.
The voice accompanies me
night and day,
even as I sleep
the drumbeat
relentless in it desire
to destroy.
© Niamh 27/04/12
The Voice
A whisper of moments past
a reminder of a time, a place
I thought I was stuck
a loop, a beat, once unending
but now silenced
even in the night
I hear the birds sing,
the rain, and rustle of leaves,
the hum of the earth
beneath my feet,
the pulse of joy
in my heart
and I know I am free.
The voice that berated
criticised and
almost destroyed
was not mine
but memories of
words spoken
to me, of me
that sunk in
and became my truth
held me prisoner
its power washed away
by gentle words of love
that set me free.
© Niamh 19/01/19
