Miss Alice’s Ball

They simper and stare, like block-headed fools,

Stuck in the constraints of their own social rules

Attracted to gossip like moths to a flame

And, one by one, they fail at their own game

I’m not a moth; I’m a big butterfly

(At least, so I say as I walk inside)

I let them all stare, but I pay them no heed

They’d offer me fame, but that, I don’t need

I don’t need acceptance, at the price that they ask

Though I’m unsure inside, I fashion a mask

And keep myself poised, as around me, they prey

I ignore the hurtful words that they say

The way that they poke, and the way that they pry,

I stand tall, stay strong. I look them in the eye

They don’t control me; I’m not one of the brood

(To tell you the truth, I’m only here for the food)

I dance on my own, and leave them in my dust,

I’ll be sparkling gold long after they ‘ve turned to rust

God’s Work

The light from my heart guides my hands on their way

I wake up every morning so thankful for the day

Because each step I take is blessed from above

Every breath that I take, a holy gift filled with love

Everything that I do now is truly heaven-blessed

By the grace of God I’ve learnt to balance life and death

And, through me, scales are tilted in accordance with their fate

Whether they will pull through, or whether we came too late

By day and night God guides me here; I’m a vessel he commands

He teaches me the healing arts I don’t quite understand

In the night I float through halls, my head a blurry fog

But I know that I’m not alone, because I walk with God

And it is such a privilege to finally realise

How peace or grief can be achieved by just how someone dies!

This blessed art I now dwell in is a dream I never dreamt

I’m amongst the luckiest in the world to whom this calling’s been sent

I only hope that I can do justice to the will of God

And live each day in humility, through the grace of heaven’s love

Untamed Moon

i write by the light of an untamed moon

that shines in the sky three hours too soon

in the middle of winter, nothing ever seems right

it’s cold, dark and lonely, so i sit here and write

but christmas is coming, and that’s something good

yet with all this chaos, it seems further than it should

there’s so much to do, so much further to fight

but i have no strength. that’s why i sit here and write

as my fingers grow heavy with the weight of my words

the moon lights my way, through an untamed world