To be like Snow.

There is something so absolutely still and beautiful about the snow. 

The world slows down, almost to a stop. The people smile and the air is fresher.

The beauty of the snow allows us to sink further into who we are, allowing ourselves that delicacy, to be and to ponder.

Mother natures wonderful chaos, it brings about with it the understanding that we are one.

All connected yet totally separate to grow in which way we choose.

To watch the way the snow fall is to understand the nature of life, it’s chaotic yet a miracle.

So misunderstood but without a care in the world. The snow doesn’t care that it’s desired nor unwanted, the snow does what it’s meant to do without the realisation that so many feel uncomfortable with its presence.

If we can be more like snow, we would be more present to enjoy the chaos of the blizzard. 

The natural chaos of the world forces us within.

What some may see as chaos, others see as beauty.

A pleasant disaster that roots us to ground down into the earth.

I feel an almighty call, an overwhelming pull to be outside in the madness and the chaos. I feel at home there, surrounded by her magic. 

Mother Nature recharges 

Mother Nature will recharge all that you’ve lost on your way. 

Written by: 

Meghan O’Neill

Universes plan.

I found a love that tore me apart,

Bit by bit it ripped at my heart. 

The shreds left were all so blue,

The only thing I wanted to heal it was you.

It’s gone now and I feel so weak,

I panic and shake, the future seems bleak. 

How can one persons love remain so strong?

Especially when it was all so wrong.

Wrong and right, it was the finest of all,

A love so strong it broke down walls.

A flame ignited, to shine so bright,

But all we did was argue and fight.

We were made for each other, we know that’s true.

But we kept hurting each other, it’s all we do. 

We argued so much, we stooped real low,

Now that means we have to let go.

I’ll miss you forever, you know that I will,

I’ll never see you again and I’ll miss that thrill.

Nothing came close, and nothing ever can.

A long so strong, it was always the universes plan.

Written by:

Meghan O’Neill

The Garden that you keep.

 As I lay there watching you sleep,

I think about the garden that you have to keep.

I realise that time stands still, 

for the moments that we mill.

We try to keep them, for fear of the latter;

That we have them again or that they don’t matter.

But beautiful as this, you soon have to go.

Because you have this garden that you must grow.

Where there’s love, there’s a way,

But sometimes love isn’t here to stay.

It’s a flash in the wind, a weary goodbye.

A night of passion or a cloud in the sky.

Love doesn’t know, the laws of the land.

And why should it? It’s not made of man.

Life goes on, and sometimes we take a wrong turn. 

But there will always be that pine and that yearn.

For we know how it feels now, to be in each others arms.

But that’s not where we’re to stay, for it’ll only cause harm.

We all have the things that we sow, and things that we reap,

Like that garden I talk about, that you have to keep.

I’ll miss you tomorrow and I’ll miss you today, for there will never be another love like this, one that got away.

Oh how I wish, that the garden was ours, 

so you didn’t have to leave and we could plant our own flowers.

I wish you farewell as I watch you leave, as you have to go back,

To the garden,

That you keep. 

X

Written by:

Meghan O’Neill 

This empty bath.

As I lay in the empty bath, I wondered where it went. What happened our love? Has it been spent?

Take me back to the start, when the nights were long and the days were filled with hope.

The pain it rifles and then it stifles, holding no punches on its journey. 

As I lay here in the empty bath, this hollow encasing seems like the perfect metaphor for where I am with losing you.

It’s cold and it’s empty but yet it’s comfortable and homely. 

Maybe if I fill this bath it will begin to wash away the sorrows. 

But somehow the uncomfortable bottom welcomes me like the ghost haunting me.

I’ll lay here a little longer, and hope that it somehow takes me with it, somewhere that the pain doesn’t feel as strong.

Written by:

Meghan O’Neill

Forged from the flames.

She’s fallen from grace, she’s lost inside,

But she doesn’t turn anywhere and she doesn’t hide.

Instead, she quite likes the pain that she feels,

Where the pain resides.

She turns to her foes and her enemies as they are one and she greets them from the inside out.

The pain is an instilled beauty, a friend that she longs for frequently. It’s a truth that won’t lie. It’s a truth that never denies.

She’s lost, but she knows her home. She greets it as she walks through the door and she brings it with her wherever she goes. It’s always a friend to her and she can always count on it.

Instead of being washed over with fear, she embraced the ever changing longing for the cold hard truths that behaved accordingly. She felt at home dark inside where the truth can never be denied. 

Rejection only made her thirst more for a home of her own, for her offspring as she never allowed the cruel wicked fate to befall them that had chosen her.

The lost little girl, once so tired and exhausted had now become a mother and within the maiden journey she enveloped a new being. The pain she turned into beauty for she only knew how to make things brighter.

The light she shines that holds behind it the demons she fights, will always be the guiding light for so many lost souls. Who she feels so apart of and longs to be with. 

The wicked cold hard fate that befall so many. 

The rejection she felt was never much but a redirection into what she needed. She was never found by anyone, she lost herself and found herself all the time. The linear path wasn’t a choice but a curse. 

Healed and broken, sewn and opened.

No matter the gaping holes within her, there was zero chance of failure. The pain and the fire became her armour.

For nothing can dampen a women who chooses to fight within the fire and fury, she walks fierce amongst man and denies anything impure or not of the same courage.

Forged from the flames, she brings a new kind of home. Her enemies can’t reach her where she resides. 

Written by:

Meghan O’Neill