Hurricane Milton, fierce and wild. 
Winds like a freight train, waves tall and steep, 
The state trembled, stirred from its sleep. 

Covid stopped the show, but now we're back. 
So get ready, it's about to be a heart attack! 
Regatta didn't come to play, 2023 was just okay,
But 2024? We're on our way! 

They're often pushed aside, 
No reason given, no care applied. 
Disrespected, hated, misunderstood, 
Underestimated, some say overrated 
But trust me, they'll never be outdated. 

In the opaque, olive-green water
of the rusted rain barrel,
the leaves on the surface shift,
unearthing a nursery.

The midnight hour rouses me awake,
To the glittering city of stars.
That even my balcony cannot reach,
I sit alone captivated by the silence.

In twilight's arrival, when shadows swallow the land,
A band of crickets tune their instruments.
Tiny appendages swing in common practice,
Swift and loud, they let out music.

On the painter's canvas, his colours are commonplace.
His fingers calloused and worn,
Holding his brush with tender care,
And each stroke tracing the mundane.

On the checkered fields of war, the king prepares.
Overlooking his devoted bishops roam,
Knights gallop in a calculated play,
Every move is a step towards victory or vanquish.

I am not hoping for your return, 
I am hoping to let it burn 
I am not hoping to forgive, 
I am hoping to relive

Trudge pass with fondness 
Broken into shreds and mutilated; 
The weeping heart screams for awareness 
Mental capacity seems frustrated. 

Where once the heart was heavy, now it learns to be free,
To forgive as Christ forgives, with grace and purity.
Mercy falls in the shadow of the cross,
Where love redeems what once was lost.

In the garden of Gethsemane, 
we plant the seeds of love and sorrow.
Each flower is a memory; each thorn a lesson to gain, 
graciously grown but through agony learned.

I lie awake
Listening to the howling wind
How long have I been up for?

As the days go by
I lose memories of you
Forgive me my love

Throughout the hazy day,
My temperature soars like birds in the sky
I hear the strange voices chanting in the distance.

I long to be home.
Coughing up blood in this room,
Pain unbearable.

She sits in the chair,
totally unaware.

As she wasted away in her hospital bed,
the deadly disease would spread.

Room spinning around,
Stomach curdling each second.
Can’t hold it inside.