Original Poetry

New York

In an apartment,
maybe New York
or the hills in Surrey,
perhaps Boxhill.
I’d happily be
anywhere in the world
if it means I’m with you.

Original Poetry

A Year Ago Today

A year ago today
I gave someone the power
to break me.
I thought the pieces
were irretrievable,
that I was damaged goods
permanently broken.
But today I lie here
with pride
knowing that someone else
has decided not to fix me
or attempt to repair me
but to complete me
day by day.