Lost Boy Found – A Poem

I was sitting in the cloudsimages

when I first saw you.

Looking down on the world

that I’d removed myself from,

it was your light that I

saw first, that brilliant light

that shone from you, right

up to the clouds. I was

happily blinded, just for

a moment, your light being

brighter than the sun.

I looked around me and

saw a paradise that had

all of a sudden turned dull.

It was one I had created

but it was empty.

It was not paradise without

you, an empty dream

without you beside me.

I knew I had to find you,

but to do that, I would

have to set foot on

the land I had left so long

ago. I let myself fall

through the clouds,

their gossamer tendrils trying

to slow my fall to the earth.

The clouds let out a

soft whisper, as if already

longing for me. I fell to

the ground to find myself

at the entrance to a forest,

towering trees dark and

looming over me. I knew

that you were on the

other side of the forest

and that I would have

to find my way through.

I took the first step and

then another, wondering how

many steps I would have

to take until I found you.

I took another step forward

and found myself in

amongst the darkness

of shadow and twilight.

The world looked different here

I felt even more lost, even more

confused. I knew that I

just had to keep walking

forward and that I

would find you. I could

see glints of light through

the leaves that I thought (hoped)

was your light. I moved forward.

I did not know that the journey

through the forest would last

for so long. I was still

a lost boy, no longer sure what

I was searching for. I wished

for you in the darkness,

the shadows were my blankets

against the cold. In the dark,

I wished for you. Inside the shadows,

I yearned for you, even though

I wasn’t sure you existed anymore.

I spent years inside the forest,

getting to know every nook and

cranny, every brook and stream,

every bird of prey and every day,

I still wished for you.

I no longer remembered what

you looked like, I could only

picture your light and imagine

its warmth. One day, I finally

gave up hope. I let go of

the wish and watched it fly

away from me, through the leaves

of the trees that were high above me.

I walked on inside the forest,

Shadow and Darkness old friends

by now, their voices like the wind.

I missed the whisper of the clouds.

Still, I walked forward. I could see

a chink of light through the

trunks of the trees, could hear

something moving in front of

me, coming closer. Shadow and

Darkness flew away, afraid of the light.

I stood there, afraid of what

had come looking for me,

terrified of what had found me.

Then, the light grew even brighter

and you were standing in front of me,

a silhouette that shone bright.

I walked towards you.

“You found me.”

I said.

“I’ve been wandering forever, searching for you.”

You regarded me, your features

becoming clearer as my own light

started to shine. You took my hand.

“I’ve been searching for you.”

You said.

“I wasn’t sure you existed, but you are proof that dreams do come true.”

We watched as the trees

began to twist and bend,

giving us a way through.

We walked forward,

no longer lost.

The Family Tree – A Poem

The idea offamilytreebutton

family is foreign

to me. Growing

up, I had

a family, but

I always felt

like I didn’t

belong. I was

the black sheep

wearing a second

skin, the unknowable

one, bearing myself

to every one,

the odd one

out. I was

alone within my

family. I never

fit in. I

wanted too much,

needed too much.

I loved the

wrong people. They

were not my

family. Since then,

I’ve built a

family of the

heart, friends that

I love like

sisters and brothers,

a family chosen

with the heart

and not by

chance. When I

met my partner,

I knew that

he had a

large family, a

mother and uncles,

aunts and cousins.

I worried over

this, not having

much experience at

fitting in to

a family, being

part of a

tribe. I didn’t have

that within my

roots, so could

I find that

within the leaves?

I approached this

family unit with

some trepidation. How

should I behave?

He looked over

at me and said:

“They’re going to love you as much as I do.”

Over time, I

grew to know

all of them.

They were good

people, kind people.

They proved to

me that families

didn’t have to

be broken or

dysfunctional. They could

be a unit,

be a tribe.

As more time

passed, the branches

on the tree

that rested inside

of me began

to grow new

buds and grow

new growth. As

even more time

passed, I grew

to love them.

Recently, while at

a family gathering,

one of the

uncles looked at

me and said:

“I’m so glad your part of this family.”

The leaves unfurled

completely and flowers

started to bloom.

I was no

longer the black

sheep. I was

one of them.

 

 

Eternal by Michelle St. James – A Book Review

29794566Jenna Carver is another woman than before.

Before, she hid from the man she loved in the name of protecting her daughter. Before, she shied away from the passion that Farrell brought out in her. Before, she was constantly afraid. Now, Jenna is on the run from people that wish to kill her, she is far from her daughter and she is wanted by M16, Germany’s Federal Criminal Office and Homeland Security for murder.

Hiding out in Paris, Jenna and Farrell know that they have few friends left in the world. They also know that they are running out of time. When Jenna’s father died, Jenna found a key. That key led her to information about the Marburg virus, an Ebola like virus that could kill millions.

Someone wants to kill them to get that information. Fleeing from London to Denmark and then to Paris, they still can’t escape those that wish them harm and they aren’t any closer to finding out who is behind the virus.

They only have one lead: CBT Financial. Farrell knows that it’s a front and that within the buildings walls information awaits. However, the information they find there leads them on a chase of a lifetime and they are running against the clock.

For her part, Jenna is astonished to find that, for once in her life, she is not worried. She is not afraid. She knows that her heart, body and soul belong to Farrell and Jenna is finally starting to realise that she’s okay with that, that her heart is the greatest gift that she can give him.

Farrell’s heart already belongs to Jenna. He wants her with a passion that is unrivaled. Watching her become the true woman she is drives his passion into overdrive and his need to protect her. Will he be able to let her risk her safety if it could save others?

When they finally get a lead from a person inside CBT Financial, they know that they will have to work with agent Kane from the FBI. He gives them forty-eight hours to prove that they didn’t murder and that they are innocent. That amps up the stakes tenfold.

They are in a race against time to save the world and each other…

I am constantly blown away by Michelle’s writing. It gets better with each successive book. This one is my favourite of her romance novels, hands down. It had everything you could want: passion that sets the page aflame, a couple that is so real they could be people you know and a race against time that left me breathless.

Michelle proves that she doesn’t do the same thing twice, even within the same trilogy. There was a real change in the feeling of this book. The stakes were higher, the threats deadlier. Cap it off with an ending that leaves the fate of the world in the balance and you’ve got yourself a total winner.

Farrell isn’t your typical mobster. He’s got a heart, and he’s got good sense and street smarts. He knows that there are situations that call for violence, but will avoid those when he can. Jenna isn’t your typical heroine. She’s a real woman, flesh and bone, and is capable of making her own decisions. She stands up against Farrell when she needs to and Farrell respects her decisions.

Following them throughout Savage, Primal and now Eternal has been a revelation. Watching Jenna come into her own and realise her own power and her own strength has been quiet the journey and an emotional one.

I can’t wait to see what happens in Covenant, Paris Mob Book 1! Until then, I’ll have to re-read Savage, Primal and Eternal so I can experience Jenna and Farrell’s story all over again.

The Most Beautiful – A Poem

I always saykalp9

I love you.

But those words

don’t encompass everything

I feel, every

emotion that runs

through my body

every time you

look at me

or run your

fingers along my

jawline. Simply saying

I love you

doesn’t capture the

emotion that stimulates

my every thought

when I think

of you, so

strong that it

seeps into my

dreams. Just uttering

I love you

doesn’t capture the

fact that you

are the person

I’ve dreamed of

for so long,

but didn’t know

that it was

you that I

was dreaming of,

a dream made

real. Simply whispering

I love you

doesn’t encapsulate everything

you’ve given me

and how you’ve

re-written my life

completely. So I

will simply say

You are the

most beautiful gift

that life has

ever given me

and I will

always cherish you.

The Clouds of Forever – A Poem

When I camepray4Orlando

out of the

closet, after finally

being truthful about

who I am

and what I

was, my mothers

reaction was better

than I could

have hoped for.

The only thing

she said that

worried her was:

“Now I will worry more over you. You can be hurt in a fall, in a crash, but now you can also be hurt because of your sexuality.”

I pushed that

aside, thinking she

was being silly.

Sure, I was

bullied, teased, ridiculed

but never physically

hurt. However, I

am hurting now.

I’ve been trying

to process what

happened, but I

can’t. I’ve been

trying to wrap

my brain around

what took place,

but it cannot.

My spirit has

been trying to

comprehend what occurred,

but it can

only hide itself

in shock. The

whole world is

grieving and I

along with it.

These were people

that I did

not know, people

that I had

never met, but

it’s as if

a piece of

me has been

lost along with

them. I feel

it inside of

me, struggling to

find light. So

I do the

only thing that

I can think

of doing. I

sit quietly, looking

at the pictures

of their faces,

at their smiles,

at the photos

from a moment

caught in time.

I say a

lament for all

of them, for

their lives cut

short, all for

being brave enough

to be their

true selves. As

I gaze at

the photos, the

light within me

grows brighter, from

a small spark

into a flame.

“I will remember you.”

I say. The

flame inside of

me grows even

brighter. Soon my

skin sparkles with

it, the internal

light becoming external.

“I will remember all of you. You will live on inside of each of us and you will shine on through us.”

I light a

candle and hope

that the light

can reach their

spirits, that it

can find them

amongst that clouds

of forever and

bring them solace.