Why not now

When the world stops wanting to know that it is going round and round then people will really begin to stop wondering what is happening around them. This is so as then people will really cease to run ahead of themselves and consider taking a good look at their own characters and stop judging others as well as themselves, especially those of us who are not interested in knowing the Universe but just what is going on right under our own feet or noses.  What should I know here. I have to get my financial independence back from the local government which doesn't acknowledge that I am a wealthy woman whose money has been taken away by the machinations of her ex-husband and his associates. And that this happens to lots of women who live in the country and the world too. This I know as there are victims of domestic violence all over the world now and by some estimates one woman dies every week in Australia alone.  My ex-husband's whole family is here and lives in this city. However, ...

 Let me hope that this year will bring with it countless joys for all of us.  It is not nice to live in constant worry or pain.  It is not nice at all when your children see you angry and anxious and in pain. So lets hope that this year brings with it a light filled Winter with a lot less of rain.

It is now 2023. The leaves are still as are the branches of the trees above. The frost has given them an eerie sense of stillness. The sun has risen up though and would soon be thawing at their hearts and life will then be able to flow through them again. I look at them and wonder what the point of life really is, especially if all of us need a sun, which is hidden from view, however which can still come into our lives and give it nourishment. How to find that sun, the one which one could orbit around and get sustenance from; an impossible dream sometimes. The sound of him coughing ripped through the quiet night. It came once, was followed by another, its echo and then all went silent. I stirred once, opened my eyes and then as if in a trance, shut them again. It had been nothing, all was quiet. I lay listening to the sounds of the night though; the clock in the other room continued its periodic ramblings, tick-tock; a broken toy whirred in the dark somewhere before going silent again....

What to write or say, There is something which I need to say. They come and they go They still need a mother and so does their brother. He does not come over that much,  But he does still. They know, but do they care, no, they don’t; This is a really sad tradition Taking children away from mothers And letting ex husbands do so with the assistance of their friends and brothers. It is illegal to do so, I hear the parliament say, But do they turn around and help when you ask them to or do they say, No. Let them know that it is wrong but do they say it when you ask them to say so, No. What should I write today, the day is a bit cloudy It is going to rain again And cloud our judgements still.

Its gone they say, the capacity to write.  I know but won’t say so not so much that they know that I know.  I wonder why I don’t want them to know, especially when I have said it all, to the police even. However, he makes them cry and then promise that they will not let anyone know that he has been cruel to them.  They cry and then they smile when I ask them and I know that they are afraid but won’t say anything against him. What should I do, I am really tired.  He uses them, sends them away on holidays, takes them to movies, He spends money like there is no tomorrow  And children like it so much that they get pleased but it is like a disease. I know not what I should write, I know though that it is Depressing to sometimes And the pain in the pit gets stronger and stronger And that which is there will not diminish or not linger. I see them sometimes and not too often anymore,  I wonder how many other mothers this happens to  And how many live without t...

To write on a clean slate. But what should I say. To know not what the future holds. Is such a lovely trait. I lost the art of knowing the present. Was in 2009, I am sure. It was then that it all turned into a blur, or was it six years later when I realised that I had been taken for a ride. By none other than the one who I had permitted into my life. It was sad, to say the least. My children had grown up all oh so tall, and this mostly without me. They are even taller now and know that it is wrong to lie, but it has turned into a compulsion for them, although in the astral space they will not lie. Then they are being truthful when they say that they have been abused, and I have seen so many scars between 2016 and 2023 that I find it difficult to not believe. It is true and not a fabrication, the face tells all they say, or is it the mind which is difficult to control. The truth is out and no one knows or is it that everyone does but does not show. I think not, and just jot my thoughts ...

A poem Voices come and go They stay not for too long  in my mind or another's; a fleeting thought makes me think whether it will be fine to know or to blink I think with the voice but it does not acknowledge me at times  and then I know that it is fine to not think