astera.poetry

“Hiya love,can I have yourname and date of birth?” My brain is filled with treacleand my tongue is swollenbeyond my mouthbut somehow I babble outthe required information.… Read more “post-surgery”

I stand here, lit match in hand at the start of the bridge. I stand here, breathing in the smoke from the smouldering remains behind me. My… Read more “may the bridges i have burned light my way back home”

“I like it when you’re full of hope.”Secretly I think I am always full of hope,but thenwhat is the difference between hoping and wishing? To me,a wish… Read more “wishing v hoping”

There is a potholein the roadon my drive home.I run over it.Thud.It is just asI come off a roundabout.Thud.I know exactly wherethe pothole is.Thud.I know the potholeis… Read more “a thinly veiled metaphor for my life”

“So, those core beliefs – that you don’t deserve love – where do they come from?” As much as I want bite back with a “isn’t it… Read more “adventures in therapy part 5”

So small. Baby clothes are so small. Tiny socks and shoes and dungarees and sleep suits, waiting for a tiny human. I walk up and down the… Read more “hysterectomy”

a blank sheet of papersits before me.it begs me to fill itwith words of loveand joy and life.it pleads with me to fill itwith sadness and anxietyand… Read more “a clean sheet”

a storm cloudhangs over meand i don’t havean umbrellaand i cannotbe botheredto find one

I found picturesof you and mefrom a different time.You looked so happy.Me?Not so much.The hollow smile,the shadow of a black eye… I do not like these pictures,but… Read more “2014”

“I am not makingany more work friends.they are colleaguesand nothing more”is what I told myselfon my first day.That promise lastedseven working days.