INNOCENCE

CHERISHED LAUGHTER FILLS THE ROOM.

LITTLE CHILDREN SQUEAL.

PLAYFUL, TENDER IN THEIR WAYS.

THE WORLD TO THEM A DREAM.

ENCHANTED BY THE SIGHTS THEY SEE.

NO ROCKS LEFT OVERTURNED.

EVERY CORNER LOOKED AROUND.

TO THEM A NEW LAND FOUND.

THE LOOK OF JOY UPON THEIR FACE,

AT EACH NEW LOOK AND SEE.

IF ONLY WE COULD REMEMBER

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE A CHILD,

AND SEE THE WORLD AS PURE AND CLEAN

SO LESS CYNICAL WE ALL WOULD BE.

FIONA

WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?

SITTING IN MY SAFE WORLD,

I SEE THE TERROR IN YOUR EYES.

STARING DEATH IN THE FACE.

NEVER ABLE TO UNSEE THE ATROCITY,

OF WHAT OUR WORLD HAS BECOME.

EVERY DAY, FEAR IS THE NORM.

THE SANCITY OF LIFE REDUCED TO A NEWS STORY.

GRIEF PORN FILLS OUR SCREENS.

SENSATIONALISING THE EVIL.

ALLOWING THE EVOLUTION OF HATRED AND BIGOTRY.

OUR WORLD IS MADNESS.

WE ARE ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH EACH OTHER.

WILLFULLY DESTROYING ONE ANOTHER.

LOVE MORE, HATE LESS.

SIMPLE.

FIONA

OBSERVATIONS OF A NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL

IMPERTINENCE IS WHAT I SAW,

IN THIS LITTLE GIRL.

TIGHTLY PURSED PINK LIPS,

A TILTING OF HER CHIN,

HER ARMS CROSSED TIGHT,

A TAPPING FOOT,

IMPATIENT TO MOVE ON.

HER BUSY MUM IGNORING HER,

NOT WHAT SHE HAD IN MIND,

THE CENTRE OF ATTENTION,

IS WHAT SHE PLANNED TO BE,

SO IN HER HIGH PITCHED LITTLE VOICE,

SHE YELLS “COME MOTHER PLEASE”

NOT WANTING TO CAUSE A NASTY SCENE,

HER MOTHER SWEETLY SMILES,

AND TELLS HER NAUGHTY LITTLE MISS,

JUST WAIT A LITTLE WHILE.

FIONA

INNER SELF CRITIC

YOUR NARCISSISTIC APPETITE DRAGS ME DOWN,

SUCKING MY CREATIVITY DRY,

I’VE ALLOWED YOUR GROWTH, FED YOUR HUNGER.

YOU CALL ME STUPID, I ASK ‘WHY’?

‘BECAUSE YOU’RE USELESS’  YOU REPLY.

YOU KICK ME WHEN I’M DOWN,

ATTACKING MY VULNERABILITY.

AN EASY TARGET.

I LISTENED, I AGREED, I ACCEPTED.

YOU ALMOST WON, YOU ALMOST BROUGHT ME DOWN.

I TOOK YOU ON, I PROVED YOU WRONG.

BUT YOU’LL BE BACK, TO SING YOUR SONG.

FIONA