Is the curse of age


Uncontrollable fires  flame

every action and interaction

The tides of heat

burn through my habits, plans and routines

that were so neat

No stones in my pockets

No scales to balance

I am the bell in the jar

the room of my own

I am wrath reborn

to incinerate your scorn

The only curse

is that I Mourn

30 August 2017

Categories: blog

Adelaide Fyffe

Woman - Mother - Wife - Daughter - Sister - Friend - Business Woman - Facilitator - Counsellor - Coach - Feminist - African