poetry – Katriona MacMillan

Hope.

Hope is the worst word in the world. I used to think it was “dead” or perhaps “betrayed” But I was wrong. It is hope. Because she carries you through the toughest of times. Hope makes you think that she’s one of the good guys But she only gives you strength during the dark daysContinue reading “Hope.”

We Should All Make It.

by Katriona MacMillan Just stay alive another minute That’s all you need to do. If you can manage another minute Then you’ll maybe manage two. A minute will become an hour If you leave it long enough Hours turn to days, days become weeks, Weeks, eventually, will turn into months. Because how you feel inContinue reading “We Should All Make It.”

Weekday Poetry: It Might Not.

I have been busy writing for other people this week. Instead of the usual blog, I will therefore leave you with an intriguing little poem about life. TW: Injury description Balancing. With palms down, hands tensed, fingers claw the wall. Tongue bitten, teeth clenched, gums bleeding. Pain is all. There’s Blood. There’s Blood On MyContinue reading “Weekday Poetry: It Might Not.”