Poetry: Your Glory Will Be Blinding


Pile on the love, pile on the awkwardness,

I’ll see what I want, feel what I choose.

Be human, be your freaking self,

Be beautiful, be limber, get loose.


Breathe, there’s enough air to go round,

Fly, let those inhibitions go (far away),

Plummet, it’s okay to be earthbound,

Look crashing in the face and scream, “Not today!”


Believe the hype, yes, you rock,

The ones telling you differently are blind.

Quote me (in your own defence), I know you well,

Your lovely eyes, your soft hands and your beautiful mind.


It’s hard right now, but it gets better,

I swear it gets better, the sun’s just hiding.

So those damned clouds? Pay them no attention,

To hell with the shadows, your glory will be blinding.