7

Man on the train

Man on the train, 

Get up, we’re here.

Should I try to wake you 

And risk your morning blear,

Or let you go back all the way 

To leafy Bedfordshire?

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011

6

Navel-gazing

There is an impulse to be navel-bound.

I could run away with the flow of my tears,

But wouldn’t that make me a girly cliche?

Wouldn’t it just be more annoying than sad?

So I’ll gather my weeping, stare ahead not down:

Fold my mouth into a smile, avoid the glare from below.

There isn’t a song that tells how I feel,

So I’ll pull down my shirt and avoid the cliche.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011

5

Today

Today,

I might stand on the wrong side of the escalator.

I might stop to tie my shoe lace on the stairs.

Today,

I might boil an egg ‘til the water is dry,

Or leave the fridge door open while I think.

Today,

It’s the day that I may walk against the flow,

Or when I’ll stand out, coatless in the rain.

Today,

Is when all of these ‘mights’ may be,

Or when I’ll think, but smile it all away.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts

September 2011

4

Beginner

I don’t play well,

But I’m happy. 

It doesn’t sound good, 

Yet distracts me.

It’s playing the music

To avoid playing with life. 

It’s finding my way

When I’m heavy with strife.

The tears that role

In the depths of night,

Are taken away 

When with strumming comes light.

If I can avoid

All that daytime reveals,

Maybe this music

Will mask all I feel.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts

3

Becauses

It’s because you were interested at the audition. 

Because you ring me to say what else is funny after we’ve finished laughing at the joke. 

It’s because you manage the four conversations I start into one comprehendible sentence.

Because you’ve helped me find a little more patience. (A little more.)

It’s because you give the thumbs up sign when you push  your glasses up your nose. 

Because you asked me to write you an exercise programme (and then didn’t use it).

It’s because you hibernate and I dig you out. 

Because you listen to my romantic woes with one eyebrow raised but no judgement.

It’s because you call me when you still find it a bit tricky.

Because you have helped me bring a dream to life. 

It’s because you feel protective towards me like a brother.

Because sometimes we irritate each other. (Like a brother.)

It’s those becauses. That’s why. That’s all. 

© thatgirlwhowracts

2

The worthy man

I looked, but I couldn’t see.

There was a smile, but no light. 

My mind said that I was complete,

But wouldn’t let me be.

I am something dark, somewhere unknown,

And all around me are expectations:

Talk of tomorrow, who I am,

And who I should be.

I cannot remember arriving here.

I do not recognise this place.

Looking down, I see someone else’s body. 

Is this who I should be? 

I will find this man again.

I will remember him.

I will look down and see myself.

I will remember how to be.

© thatgirlwhowracts

My first blog.

LIGHT

There's a light you know,

Where the end joins the beginning;

Where what was, becomes what will be.

There's a happiness too, 

Something once forbidden

That we're growing to understand.

Find me in the light, won't you?

I'll be waiting at the junction,

Where what was, has become what is now. 

There, happiness is secure.

There, happiness is complete.

There, happiness is light.


(c) thatgirlwhowracts 2011