Hard Labour

Did I have to claw my way out of my old skin

while running out of air underneath?

Did I have to feel like just maybe,

death was the easy option?

Did the tunnel have to have so many twists and turns,

that I had to carry on without seeing the light?

Faith in the strength of my spirit,

that kept labouring,

And knowing that nothing ever stays the same

is what delivered me.

Unfaithful Body

And the traitor reveals my age,

And the traitor exposes my weakness,

And the traitor denies my spirit,

 of what it reaches for...