Behind Closed Eyes

I can hear it,

Heavy dragging footsteps on the floor, in the room next to me; separate,

but never far enough to forget.

The walls hold their breath.

Morning gathers itself beyond the curtains, a sliver of sky seeping through the cracks, 

whispering of worlds beyond my sorrow, unseen,unsaid, waiting to be borne.

I can hear whispers from yesterday, soft echoes swelling in my chest

while something restless moves near me, a weight I cannot name, circling

in the half light.

Behind my closed eyes

The footsteps blur into memory, into the quiet of early morning

where silence stretches between heartbeats.

And in the smallest beam of new light, even the darkest thoughts find

rest if only for a moment, if only long enough, to remember that dawn is

always somewhere.

Kayt 31/7/2026

Hormonal Storm

Have you ever cried so hard you forgot how to breathe,

your body and mind clawing for air

while your heart sinks deeper,

too heavy to move,

too quiet to care.

The world blurs at the edges,

and all you can do is sit inside the ache,

the kind that drowns out thought,

that pulls you under

until you forget where you end

and the emptiness begins.

But somewhere in that stillness,

a breath will come.

Not because you looked for it,

not because it’s easy,

but because you’re still here.

And for now,

that’s is all and it’s enough.

Kayt dec 24

Fragments

 A piece of me lingers, caught in the web of yesterday's hurt.

In the quiet dark corners of my mind, shadows of past wounds remain.
The scars no longer wounds, but stories, etched skin deep.
I edge forward but fragments of who I was,
Left behind with the ache, grounded in the soil of memories good and bad.
A warrior's song to the dark lonely night.

Kayt
14/5/24

Strangers Grief

 Someone slipped away,

With no one left to miss them.

No tears, No trembling hands

Just a silences too wide for the world.

And so the sorrow wanders,

looking for somewhere soft.

It found me as I woke with a 

heaviness.

One which I couldnt name.

Now I hold it gently, 

Cradled in my chest.

Not mine, but have

for someone I never knew.

Kayt  April 25

Carry

We stand in queues
Laugh in doorways
Lift bags of oranges, children, the weight of the world
Tap cards, answer emails, fold laundry,
make coffee, sign forms, schedule meetings.

All the while
Blood slips between our thighs
Soaks cotton
Fills cups
Threads along folded wings

and still

we keep moving,
softly fierce, unbroken

Kayt

17/8/25

No More Poems on the Corner

The bench is empty now,


no books spread like soft rebellions,


no laughter stitched between the raindrops.


Only silence, thick as the Liffey’s swell.

Dublin still hums, but it hums without him

the pigeons peck at the absence,


the statues stand a little stiffer,


as if they, too, feel the cold.

A city forgets in its own way,


but somewhere in the wind,


a line of his lingers

half a joke, all a masterpiece.

Kayt

March 25

Faint light

 The feeling with no name drifts like fog,
Silent, but heavy,


A pull from somewhere deep
Where words don’t reach.

It settles like a quiet ache,
Heavy in the chest,


A sadness too deep to cry for,
Only felt,


Like a wound you can’t explain.

It comes and goes, unbidden,

A shadow with no source,

Lingering in the spaces between breaths,


In the stillness after every sigh.

But even in this quiet place,


A flicker stirs, a gentle light,


Softly breaking through the haze,


Reminding me that even here,


Hope can still take root and rise.

Kayt 

Oct24

Try

 

Don’t linger in the shadows of what has been,
That darkness is deep and familiar, 
it holds you like a heavy anchor.
Keeps you treading water to avoid the depths.
But life is a all too fleeting ride,
A carousel of moments, to be experienced and embraced.
Just,
Let go.
Cut the rope;
Let the anchor sink into the darkness as you rise
To live another day in search of those moments.
There is light waiting if you are brave enough to try.

Kayt Sept 24

The battle

It rages
And yet no sound
But the thumping of her heart
Growing in her ears.
All around her,
obvious the others move, talk, live.
As she fights to stay still, to breathe, to cope.
Haunted by ghosts of past failures,
All victories forgotten;
Until another is won.

Kayt Jan 24

Echoes

In the land where olive trees no longer sigh,

Mothers without children dream of better times.

Their arms, empty, ache with longing and unfulfilled futures.

Hearts stitched with sorrows thread.

The lullabies they can no longer sing,

Echo in the wind.

For the children lost, taken,

Bloodied and beat.

But in their hearts are known, cherished, missed.

For always.

Kayt August 24