Jennifer Pickering

I went to you.

My choice.

And I will know it was always that.

I do not blame you for you choice.

For I know it was always that.

In ideal worlds,

flowers grow,

their bright petals clash against sun.

But this world is not ideal,

it is not bright,

and whilst the flowers grow,

There is no sun to highlight them.

That does not mean there is not beauty.

It grows within the cracks,

but the sunshine is not as bright as I thought,

and when I saught the dark from your light,

There were no beams to bring me back.

I thank you for the darkness.

I will find myself in here.

I know how to look for light now,

and I know the light is near.

I will find my sunrise and sunset.

I will find my place to be,

I thank you for your darkness,

because it finally set me free.

Jen Pickering

I realise the flow above is awful but I use poetry as my diary as much as I use it to show my ability. The piece above i guess would fall within the diary. I am thankful for every experience and, as with any good day, I wish some days were longer, all good days shape you and so do all bad days. So I am thankful for each and every one.

Sometimes things just have to be noted for completion and that is exactly what this piece was.

Love Jen x