A Thank you! poem

I’m so new to this whole Blogging stuff- especially the poetry  but this is my grand plan of how   I want to thank you.

All of you.

I would never  ever  have had the courage to put myself out there like I do today. You all inspire me and challenge me.

I know I am not shit hot  or the best -far from it; but you have all helped me see I have got something worthwhile to say every now and again. 😀

Love you guys and gals – my flowers – my manly trees.  You are  the breeze that makes the willows a pleasure to live in.

THANK YOU..

I bet a bunch of you are  going to stop following this Blog after such a nasty thank you poem (including a WordPress prompt. ) Ha ha!

Serves me right.

To those who stay -Daisy in the Willows is going to continue and transform.

Here goes . ahem…

You can mock me in the comments section. I am kind of expecting it. I have a sense of humour too.

Are you ready?

I’ve always had a knife.

Got to keep the bad gargoyles from striking me with eternal strife.

Back in September 2015 ,

I started this blog with -lets be honest  here,

not much self esteem.

I carried on and slowly  got to know this world.

When people started to follow me, I was so shocked.

I couldn’t believe that anyone would want to read  all about  my life,

street name ‘whirled’.

The months passed and I carried on with my flow. 

Instead of getting harder -it became easier .I couldn’t just stop and tell myself

‘Yo go  slow’.

I started getting comments and commenting on other folks blogs.

All of a sudden,

I had a whole new set of clogs.

These shoes had a sprinkle of brave emblazoned on them.

All I had to do was carry on walking .

I felt, for the first time time like I wasn’t walking around,

trying to find my voice in a ghastly school of  phlegm.

My words? 

Read!

I carried on with my journey until I got to a fork in my path.

I knew how to walk the knife- life,

but to make a decision based on wearing my mind like a rational scarf?

I couldn’t choose which path I was going to go down.

So I made  up a new rule and picked up the fork.

A dead  end stop. 

Going against the rules again.

After all, It is part of my repertoire talk.

7 months later I had a knife and a fork.

Granted ,I still didn’t know what I was going to do.

What I can say is,

I felt like the celebratory cork.

500 of you took a chance and there were times when my life  was full of using a dirty old butter knife..

I then decided what I was going to do with my knife and my fork.

I was going to use them  to carve out a more sophisticated  worthwhile, uncluttered  life. 

 

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Marching forward

Okay, so I have had a day to chill and do what I want. The problem with shutting down and taking myself away from the world is the motivation to get back in it.

Am I  alone here?

 I lost interest  in doing the The a-z challenge – Brutal honesty as always folks.  It’s not because I don’t love my animal friends. It’s just something I need to work out in my mind  of how I am going to tackle it.

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I’ve not given up entirely.

I woke up later than usual and I’m thinking to myself.

I have lost my vision.

I have lost the ability to write/type. 

All creativity is gone.

I’m scrolling through my emails.

SHOUT OUT TO ALL NEW FOLLOWERS THANK YOU!  I’m not usually so fucking morbid.

Yeah, so, I am scrolling through my emails thinking

do the  a-z challenge it is something to write about

Then another thought,

No, don’t be so flaky, Daisy. The challenge is in  addition to what you write not a reason to write

I am waiting for my coffee to cool down and am still in

the ‘aaaaarhgh I have to wake up’ zone.

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I see a comment on my Daisy in  the willows welcome page. This obviously intrigues me.

VERY HAPPY TO ACCCEPT MY NEW AWARD   from itsgoodtobecrzysometimes

No not the Liebster award

or

The versatile blogger award

but a kick ass

Spirit animal kick ass award –

(I am truly grateful for ALL  awards and shout outs . )

I feel like I have been shocked back into this world, out of a indifferent coma, by a defibrillator. It does feel like I have taken a bullet to the head.

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MUST BE AN EPIC WARRIOR

The sun is

blazing , burning bright.

It feels like the world is giving me small signs to stay the course.

Keep on my path and not lose hope.

Okay, I took one day off. I did a kick ass gym session today. Doubled the energy and upped the momentum.

Grey skies have turned blue.

I have been blessed with help from my family to let me have some away time  from all humans. I’ve got people in my corner supporting me.

I have all of you supporting me.

I may have been out of action for a day but I still have people who read my blog.

New  flowers appear  every day, interested in my  blog!

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These are all blessings. I must finish this a-z challenge. I must continue to get my shit down. No matter how lame I think  the content is. So here it is.

Today #FollowGreatFootsteps is embedded in this, my  FLEUR SCENTED POSTS  .

So here is my quote:

“Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and grieves which we endure help us in our marching onward.” -HENRY FORD

I’m back  –‘one perfect queen’ is the title  for my  a-z challenge – small cheat but  I’m using my creativity. 😀

Thank you everyone for all your supportive words.

Me, the weed has turned away from the darkness and lifted my head up  towards the sun . I am the phoenix bird of the flowers. I re bloom.

 

L=Lion-speaks tonight. one night only.

Let me hear you  ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!

 The Lion- King of the animals.

I would like to point out what happens to a lion when a human uses it as a toy. I will use this example of my child’s favourite and retired best friend Mr Lion as evidence and as some kind of metaphor to ponder on.

I would show you a before picture but he is extinct. I’m not joking. The company who I bought ‘Mr Lion’ from have stopped making the one lion my daughter adores. These  graphics are  disturbing. Please look away now if you hate to see an animal harmed.

 

 HERE IS THE ORIGINAL LION BEFORE THE HUMAN CHILD GOT STARTED MESSING ABOUT WITH HIM

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We all read the news, watch it. I’m kind of assuming most of you have heard of Cecil the lion ? A protected Lion who got killed by that dentist –Walter Palmer? 

Try and read this without your  triggering your rage button

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LION POSSIBLY HAD A WEEKEND OFF AND THEN IT IS BACK TO BUSINESS. BACK TO BEING POACHED

It is legal in most countries to kill a lion or any other animal as long as you have a permit and a licence.

 It is legal to lure  an animal/ lion like Cecil from his protected home to kill him/her. 

It is legal  to kill a lion or other animal who has a radio transmitter collar

One lion out of how many?

It is estimated that there are only 30 000 Lions left in the world. I thought there was like a million.

Every other week there is a new picture on social media and in the news  of some proud fucked up moron posing with his/her rifle and dead animal prize.

If you had to ask me what my most favourite super power would be right now, I would say voodoo.

So what’s and who is driving this trade of TROPHY KILLING?

The Safari club international.   –

“is the leading voice in the fight to protect our freedom to hunt, both in the United States and internationally”

https://www.showsci.org/about/

They are the organisation who protect the hunters vital role in hunting rights.  They cover up their murdering of millions of animal under the guise of conservation and education.

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Full Definition of conservation

  1. 1:  a careful preservation and protection of something; especially :  planned management of a natural resource to prevent exploitation, destruction, or neglect

  2. 2:  the preservation of a physical quantity during transformations or reactions

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/conservation

S0, their mission statement is based on the idea that people paying to  kill animals will under write wild life conservation .

It doesn’t take a lot of using the grey matter in our heads to see that by encouraging people to hunt big animals, like the lion, does nothing but endanger these species.

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Look at it this way:

how many points would you get killing a fish?

How many points and kudos  would you get  killing the king of all animals?

So today my name is Sully(by name and nature) .

My Pa got me into hunting at a young age.I felt a sense of camarderie  .

He introduced me to the SCI and every time I killed I got more and more of a buzz.

The Safari club international is worth billions of dollars. People pay thousands to be a part of this camaraderie to hunt and kill

Sully, see’s an advert  on the SCI   magazine.

WORLD HUNTING AWARD – kill 250 animal species and you will get this award.

Sully, (me ) thinks – wicked! I’ve already killed over 150 species – 100 more and  I will be glorified for it. 

I quit my job and dedicate my time to my hobby.

6 months later,

I receive a special ring made of semi precious stones and diamonds. I am given a glitzy event in honour of my name, pictures are  taken, hands  shook. I’ve  become a celebrity in the hunting world.  People want to learn my hunting techniques.

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I’m now as famous as Walter Palmer. So what if he was struck off the SCI membership  list for killing Cecil. He  is now a member again because the person that got the rap for killing Cecil was his guide!

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Yup, you read that right. Well, it is Zimbabwe where it occurred. Not exactly a country known for their humanness towards even their own people.

I’m  impressed.  (Sully) – I want to know more about Walter Palmer’s agenda

“What is all this about?”

I hear that their is a new trophy award for killing what is known around the world as the ‘big five’ -all found in South Africa.

  • Lion

  • Southern white Rhino

  • Cape town buffalo

  • Elephant

  • Leopard

I start chatting with another SCI member and I hear about this conference being held in Las Vegas..

I end up going.

I go back home inspired and full of passion. I’ve been given tips on how t o ‘Plan and design’ my trophy room .

 

I loved the session of ‘my first African safari’ – I’m  off to the trophy killing ,safari clothing store to buy my gear.

SULLY ,IS HUNTER (pounds his fist to his chest).

I’m going to kill a lion the exact way Walter killed Cecil. I’m going to get my bow and arrow, aim and shoot, leave him to suffer over night and then in the morning like a boss I am going to kill him..  -Oh and I’m going to cut off his head. I need to make sure that the logistics part  of getting his head back home is in place…. 

What was that  taxidermists number that Chris  cock- face  gave me?

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People like the humane animal society have tried to to toughen up laws and permits. They have tried to get hunters to prove that the animals they want to import are already a healthy population of species.

The humane society demanded that people who use money to hunt do so for a reason that serves wild life and true conservation.  Although this never happened in Walter Palmers case.

 I do applaud airlines like Air France who refuse to import or export a poached animals.

Back to Sully.

Sully is now in Africa. kitted out,ready to “hunt” just for kicks. His cog wheel in his brain starts turning

“I don’t want to hunt some pussy female. I want to fight a male. It’s all about me and my equal. I am a man he is a man – Survival of the fittest. My genes and sperm and livelihood is more important than yours.”

HOW DOES THIS AFFECT THE LIONS ENVIRONMENTAL STRUCTURE?

 I, Sully kills the leader of the  pack. A new leader is needed pronto. Male cubs fight for the prize ,killing each other to be the number one new king. This does not bode well for the social dynamics of the lions. We have legal and illegal poachers killing   our lion and then the pack is forced to turn each other.

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WELL ONE OF US IS WORTH IT

 

It’s kind of a  no brainer.

Africa relies on the eco tourism and hunting trade to bring in revenue to the country. The debate is you can’t have both running along side.  If all the big, exciting animals are hunted and killed there will be no  incentive for people to travel to Africa. All they will need to do is watch a documentary to get the same effect.

So what is the solution?

We can let a few elite hunters pay off African countries under the guise of boosting their economy.  This seems like a quick fix .

It is.

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The solution I am pro for is educate Africa about how eco tourism in the long term can boost the economy for these countries.  How will this kind of tourism look like.

Picture a big animal.

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A camera

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and possibly a flash.

Shoot with your camera.

End of story!

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Conquer or be Conquered

“I have to keep facing the darkness. If I stand tall and face the thing I fear, I have a chance to conquer it. If I just keep dodging and hiding it will conquer me.”
Mary Pope Osborne, My Secret War: The World War II Diary of Madeline Beck, Long Island, New York 1941      

WHY I’VE CHOSEN THIS QUOTE.

I’ve been letting the dark extinguish all light. I have basically been a wuss. It is the start of a new week. Unfortunately this day starts with an M. but  go look outside your window. check  that cloud out and look for the silver lining..

My passion for life, just recently got ran over by a steam roller and flattened me out, Rolling me out like a  piece of dough, taking all the air- like passion out of me.

We all have our struggles. Shit, it sometimes a lot of the times may  seem like hiding under the duvet covers and growling at anyone who dares to step their big toe into my bedroom like a good idea.

How many times have we done that one?

What did we achieve?

what did we learn?

So how can I big myself up?

 I could hire out a cheerleader and personal mascot to follow me around for the week shouting

GO DAISY!  GO DAISY! D.A.IS.Y. -WHAT DO YOU GET ? DAISY! 

If I did this I may end  up in prison by the end of the week under murder charges for temporarily losing my mind and killing a cheer leader and mascot.

Imagine it. All week. That would drive me nuts!

I’m going to use my busy week to learn.

I know for a fact,that if I 100%

engage in my life this week;I will become bigger in spirit and character and I will learn more. I will evolve. 

 Come Sunday . I will no longer be who I am today.

I’m kind of nosy how that is going to turn out.

Change is good . Push yourself.

I think the idea of being conquered sucks. I know how much of a buzz I get when I push myself and I DO  what I set out to do. I go on a natural high.

I am usually quite successful in all that I  take on.

I’m worried that I won’t have enough time to be a Mom, partner and put the effort I usually do into my  blog and reading other blogs because:

  • I’ve got my hair trial

  • Make up re trial

  • Food tasting for the wedding

  • Run through for the wedding

  • suit hunting

  • ring hunting

  • dentist

  • Bella Bee back at school

  • long hours of group  facilitating  training  on Tuesday and Wednesday

  • More long hours of training with a different organisation on Friday

  • Exercise every day

I know it may not sound like a lot. To me it is a huge challenge considering how I have been feeling lately.

I’m so going to own this week.

Make a list of what you have to do. By all means focus on one day at a time. You don’t want to freak yourself out

Oh and please be fucking kind to your self. I hear this a lot.

GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR WHAT YOU DO GET DONE

Want to  be a part #FollowGreatFootsteps?  You can do it! I will review your blog  and link it to your blog website :) -check out the link above. It”s easy peasy.

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DBS GIRL  has  found an epic quote for the #FollowGreatFootsteps

Click on her name link in green to check out her chosen quote.

What can I say about this ladies blog. We are kindred spirits. I was first drawn to her blog when two months ago with this POST

She has a wicked sense of humour. She posted a pic of what she looks like and well….. you are just going to have to click on the post link above to find out why I connected with her.

She is also an inspiration to me. A person who has struggled and come through the other side -not pretending all is rosy.

She decided to challenge herself to do something different. Post a quote on #FollowGreatFootsteps –

All changes don’t have to be great big leaps.

I think the point behind the quote is if you don’t try new things you will never know what is waiting for you.

She is a great support to me and a great ally to have in the blogging world. She is a true giver xx

The queen of my mind.

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Yes, it exposes my vulnerability.  I am merely human. I have bad days and good days. This letter is to the so called friend I’ve kept as consul for most of my life.

Dear Anorexia and all the other secondary mental illnesses

I always seem to put this post off. I usually come out with all these things I have  to say to you  at the wrong times. Like when I am having a bath.

Erm…inappropriate.

Okay, I sought you out. I did.

I begged you to be my friend and you eventually became the only friend I had. I didn’t want to lose everything. So, despite how I felt or how  much pain I was in when I hurt myself, I did it. We had a strong bond. Bonds are not easily broken. Not even now, when I don’t want to be friends any more.

I thought you might be a bit more understanding if you understood what you took from me and what I allowed you to take.

You took most of my   life experiences and and  made me put on a pair of  your glasses so that I could only see life through your perspective.I didn’t have strng vision to begin with so I accepted your gift and I still wear them every now and then.  I don’t know why you want me to hurt myself,

Life: everything I have ever seen and experienced has been through a filter  of your making. You have had the final decision  before I get to see anything, so I can then process it and carry on.

You encouraged me to self harm in so many other ways Drugs, cutting, taking chances, impulsive behaviour, getting into trouble. I don’t know if friends should really do that but I only had you. What did I know

You are jealous. I became your reflection..

Your reflection.

I had no life in me for many years.  I was an merely a toy- puppet of yours. Attached to strings to dance to your cacophonous melody.  Sometimes I still feel you, hear you. Pulling me up. Making me go in a direction I don’t want to go in.

Every interest I had, be it watching a movie or reading or going to a rave and dancing or talking to people to try and make fiends-  you stole that from me.

 I allowed it.  I only see now, how awesome I can be without you. Fucking cool bananas.

You told me I was peculiar , not like other people, special, different.

You did a remarkable job of making me think that no body understood the words, I spoke so I stopped talking. I let your talk for me- everyday, every living moment. Every tick of the clock. Your voice. Sounds so soft to others- barely audible- Invisible. To me   it sounds more like a constant shriek in my mind, I feel anything but invisible – I feel I take up too much space.

Figure that one out? I can’t.

I lost my family. People thought I had an ego and thought that I was up my own fucking  arse.

I only wanted  to like me.

I just wanted to feel good about myself.  I thought you could help. If I was attractive to others people would get  me and see all my awesome qualities and my true personality. You couldn’t stop at that.

You needed to coerce me into changing one small thing , then another small thing. You helped chip away everything that made me ME until I was lost and abandoned in the dark.

A vacant spot in a vast pool of darkness.A world of black and white. If people tried to talk to me you turned up the white noise. I sat there motionless.

Every person who spoke  to me or who tried to be a friend to me  -you  would whisper they were lying to us, they don’t like us.

Always

be on  your  guard.

Your motto.

You taught me that. I was and I am  still on guard.

You know what?

Fuck this ..I’m not wallowing in the past.

What I really want you to know is I don’t want you in my life at all.

I was wrong and made a mistake.

I know better now.

I have a choice – it is my choice who will be in my life. Yes, you are powerful enough to try and come between everyone I love. I won’t let you.

I won’t.

You want to be friends with my daughter.

NEVER WILL I ALLOW THAT.

I know your  true face. There is nothing behind that mask. I rip it off and before I can see the true you you dissolve right before my eyes. You need me more than I need you,mate.

 You still try to  convince me that our friendship is a blessing – that you give me strength to live.

I’m pretty convinced if I could find the cord that  links me to you, I would  be brave enough to cut it and I would finally start  breathing properly  again. I would learn how to breathe again. I would succeed.

How many times am I going to have to evict you from  my mind?

Why don’t you get it?

I’m done with trying to kill myself.

You  have taught me one thing – I am not at your mercy to live or die. You don’t get to choose because : I. won’t. let. you.

You crept back into my life last year.

So cunning, so sly……

Look at you smirking -so sure, so smug.

Like a snake, you slithered   and curled around my whole bod. I remember the familiarity of  your touch -cold. Cold means thin. Thin means I’m winning. Your charm  nearly disarmed me again.

In what seemed like mere seconds,your entire body had coiled itself  around my neck -suffocating me. I nearly lost my mind for you again. A couple more months and I could have been back in hospital.

I’m not some new friend of yours that has to be emaciated to believe I have earned your undying friendship.  Today, I live in a body and a mind I  have created.

To  try and cast you out. Of course you weren’t going anywhere. How naive I still can be after all these years.

Why would you  go some where else when you have everything you need in me.

Today,

I am healthy.

You tell me I’m fat.

I’m not fat.

I eat and you tell me to pinch my skin, you tell me to loathe it. You  yell at  me , telling me to grip at my bones.

You tell me the bones have been lost in my womanly body.

How dare I grow up?

How dare I start having periods again?

How dare I have a child?

how dare I put her first ?

How dare I empower myself……

Now,you listen to me. You can make me cry- you know you can.

You know that every living moment I know you are with me, in me.

You won’t even let me be touched and loved by my own husband to be.

I flinch when he touches me because you have convinced me that my body is wrong.

It has taken four years to get to the place I am with my husband to be. You don’t want me to enjoy being loved.

You don’t like affection.

Affection means a chance to be loved.

Your kind of love is   like boiling water and third degree burns – plastic melting and merging with my skin -never letting go ;forever  scarred and deformed.

All this to make sure you have me forever. You feed on my thoughts.

Why won’t you let me watch a fucking movie with my partner without making me aware of my body?

You are sick. Contagious. A reoccurring  infection.

I don’t want to be sick. I know I can’t just get rid of you. For a time I was able to shut you out and started living.

 Oh, what a jealous friend you have been. You plotted and planned – ready for your come back .

Always  had to be the one who has to take the lead part.

You can’t have the lead part in my life any more. My life is my stage, I am producer,editor, stage hand, actor, writer, graphics producer , costume designer, light technician . You dear friend have been made redundant.

 See ,The terms and conditions of our contract?

See this lighter in my hand? Flame jumps from container to paper – it can’t lick up the paper quick enough.

I’m the one who says what goes in the script and what doesn’t

No, I know you don’t like this. You are laughing in my face. What  was that?

I have no confidence,

I’m needy  lazy, a failure.

You are right,I’m not fucking perfect. How many times have I nearly died doing your bidding?

I want to be happy.

No, not your idea of happiness.

I  want to forget about being aware of how you want me to feel about  my body. I want  to enjoy each moment away from the knowledge that my body is just there.

 Today, I respect my body. You don’t need a mask to cover up the fact you have no idea what that word means.

I had so many things I had in my head …. to say to you…

I feel you still don’t get it.

I know I eat.

I have to eat . Don’t put the guilt trip on me if I feel hungry.

Yes,I do. I love food. There are so many more types of food  I want to try and I am still afraid to try . I am learning though.

Every book or film or conversation I have ever had was drowned out by your voice or because I couldn’t stand to hear your voice again , I drugged myself, tried to take my life

– oh so many times.

Yet, I still stand..

You won’t go because you love a challenge. you enjoy the struggle.

How boring would it be for me to just give up.

Oh don’t get me wrong, love.

I have nearly died for you and you happily  appeared to allow it. We both know  you became my friend because you knew I would fight you.

Still now, twenty odd years later  I fight you.

No – you can’t have  increasingly lower digits. I  have set the bar for what weight I can live with. I’m not going to stop eating if I go over that weight thresh hold. – I will cope.  I will get back to my safe weight.

You hate the fact I exercise to keep fit and on track-to focus -to keep me rational – I have found out the  secret you have hidden from me for so long.

I’m not going to binge or take laxatives again. It fucking hurts. 100 laxatives a day for how many years. I’m not buying into that abuse any longer.

You are having so much fun with me at this moment. Forever toying…..

The scales have gone up. I should  know I’ve only been there with  you over  50  fucking times today on that scale. Willing that 1.5 kilo of weight to go down.

I am not having fun.

I am a woman not a child.  My spirit is not  a new born. You can’t corrupt it like you did all those years ago.

I get periods. There is a lot of ‘I don’t wants’ that comes with the power to create life.

Fluid retention is one of them. You want me to think that these laws of a women’s body don’t apply to me. Your arrogance never fails to catch me off guard.

You want me to think I have lost control…….

I see all this and I hate you with every thought, every emotion, everything.

Yet, you still won’ t go away

 You may be having fun but I’m not having fun and I don’t want to play.

You have brought many foes to  my door- snuck them in. Bipolar ,a so called personality disorder, the list goes on and on. All free loaders.

Remember when I was at the height of my career?  You wouldn’t let me become more successful. It wasn’t your definition of success  so you took it from me.

Remember when I tried to better myself and go to college?

You fucked with my head then too.

Yes, I got my degree, eventually. I nearly died getting it.

I nearly died getting my daughter back too.

You like the fighters. The ones that put up a struggle. The  more I struggled the more obstacles you put in my way- one of your finest tricks was the abusive relationship act.

I finally see you are indeed a one trick pony.

Well done, a round of applause.

You are not the master of my mind any more.

You are a bully- deranged.

YOU CAN’T HAVE ME!

I’m getting married and you can’t stop that. Yes, I know I’m vulnerable because I need to fit into my wedding dress.

Guess what?

I am going to have another child and I won’t let your stop me. I am going to nourish life, nurture it like I should have done the first time.

I will be free of the medication I take to stop you from having the upper hand all the time . I don’t think you have  realised,

the fight you have with me, does not just end with me alone  any more. You continue to take me on -you are now taking me and my family on.

You are a threat to my life- no not a pathetic  one,but one full of joy and love and respect. You hate it. I don’t know why you won’t allow me to love.

Where did you come from ? and what made you so malicious?

I can’t be your therapist and provider.

Yes, we are back to fighting again;

I  don’t need tarot cards to know the ending to this.

I’m winning.

Yes, I am.

You are strong, I will give you that but I have had four years of some kind of freedom from you –

You ,dear friend let your guard down .

Thank you, because you gave me another reason to live and want to be alive.  The devil I know or the glimpses of joy I have found in living ?

 you lose,

check mate!

I will continue to  rise as the queen of my mind and your whole kingdom built on flimsy lies is going to come toppling down.

If you are going to throw a punch – don’t let your guard down.

Practice what you preach.

Doubts..

“There has to be new words
to explain new worlds.”
Toba Beta,    #FollowGreatFootsteps

WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS QUOTE?

I’m trying out something different. A new challenge. This for me is about changing my style and approach, pushing me to do more and become stronger in my thinking and my writing . I did NaNoWriMo last November and I  had to push myself harder than I ever have with writing fiction- based on what I know 😀  So I have a half finished draft for a book. It’s more than I had in October 2015 . See?  it needs tons of work but it is there. I have worked.

The Blogging from A-Z April challenge starts today.  There is still time to challenge yourself and do it. 🙂 – this challenge requires a different  writing approach. I’m writing about something that has the power to grab hold of my emotions and make me cry,get angry,  make me want scream.

 I love the simplicity and power of this quote. We share much in common but the  smaller the world becomes the more we come into contact with people who have a different way of doing things.  We need to use different words to explain or teach or learn about ourselves and new parts of the world that we discover.

Look at what a loss it be  would have if there was  no pig Latin in the world  – had to get one in there.  😉 😀

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It’s Friday my flowers ………Tra la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I’ve got another date night with my sexier half on Saturday night:D. .We are writing personal vows- scary!  and we are hunting down  wedding rings..

Anybody,doing anything this weekend  who can my top my wedding duties on Date night? Ha ha 🙂

So  have a good one. Look out for my BLogging challenge -A-Z post. Support me  please. 😀

muchus gracias , these are for you  :

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Daisy