Eye Spy

I see the father in you.
While it’s a shame that I can’t say that I see your father, I see one none the less.
It is quite obvious that his lack of presence hasn’t harmed what you will eventually be.
Don’t second guess it.
When the time comes you will be just fine.
Don’t second guess it.
I see the things you do in secrecy.
Experimenting quietly, away from prying eyes.
Allowing the curiosity loaded questions to become theory and then a practicality.
I remember the first time I saw you around a little one.
Embarrassed at funny faces and goo goo gaa gaa sounds.
Uncertain of whether you would know what to do.
How to hold them, whether you would be able to calm and soothe them.
Funny, as it seems that they soothed you.
Ironed out the creases of fear.
Would they be afraid of you, cry if you held them.
Could they love and accept you?
Awkwardness still present but not as fierce as it used to be.
So, don’t second guess it.
I see the father in you and when the time comes you will be just fine.

Shy

If you could take pictures of my mind I would bare all in a heartbeat.

Ladybird Rock

I haven't written in a while.
I didn't want a certain type, style or genre to box me so I rested.
Allowed life to swirl around me and waited for inspiration to hit hard enough to keep me motivated.
That inspiration came to me in the ladies toilets at work.
As I locked the stall door behind/in front of me I noticed a lone ladybird walking around on the window ledge.
I blew at it hoping it would take flight but it appeared to simply brace itself again the gust of wind. Standing still long enough for the breeze to past before continuing its wander.
As I took a closer look I noticed it wings had become caught in its shell.
It made me wonder.
How many times have I rendered myself incapable of flying because I stupidly caught my wings in the hard casing that is meant to protect them?
Instead of patiently formulating a sensible plan to release them I stand, like a martyr and brace myself against negative winds because of my own idiocy.
A task in futility that I have somehow made myself the victim of.
Soon enough that ladybird will die.
Either of starvation or at the hand of another.
And I decided… I didn’t want that to be my fate.
How ‘bout you?

*Apologies, I had wanted to include an image of a ladybird with trapped wings but they creep me out too much.

Truth?

Are you Ready?