Our Vision

Blindness may render our eyes useless but can heightened other senses – close your eyes…

Turning off lights at bedtime switches on bright colours that are our dreams But what of thunderclouds that wakes us up -still close your eyes

Power outage or phones lines dead. There is someone who lives next door. Ready to help or share a pot of tea Can you see, can you see

Silence is deafening when words don’t justify Seek truth as will ruin your vile games- close your eyes and see what’s real

Behind our eyelids we can feel the universe It always finds us and keeps us grounded

close your eyes and see what’s real

Her Choice

Step into her shoes

She is teenager

She is late

She was raped

Step into her shoes

She listens to he mother

She is silenced

She couldn’t believe it was her father

Step into her shoes

She is poor but a young hard-working mother

She can’t fight the depression

She is with her 4th child and dad is out with Bambi, spending her own hard-earned money, for the 4th straight night

Step into her shoes

She sat down on the bus on her way home after a 14-hour shift, underpaid

She was held back, gang-raped

She is thrown out of her home

Step into her shoes

She had only one drink

She was falling over at the college house party only after

She told him to hold her drink a minute

Step into her shoes

She’s an addict and can’t get out

She’s homeless and refuses help

She’s been violated over 20 times by her older cousin left to babysit her when she was only a child

Step into her shoes

She doesn’t have a heart and her family knows it

She can’t control her anger, her mind is scattered and has mental issues

She will leave a trail of destruction

Step into her shoes

She fell into bad company, met a boy and committed a crime

She’s incarcerated and will do 10 years time

Step into her shoes

She fell in love, he was possessive

She was made to believe his love was true

She opened her eyes, no longer blind

She saw his dark side when he threatening her holding a steel pipe

Step into their shoes…

Now she has a choice when she didn’t have a voice

Step into their shoes…

Observation Deck

I did not exist then and I will not be here forever. I am a visitor just like you, standing on the observation deck.

While we are here, we create and carry our stories, draw conclusions about her while we find comfort to ease our pain.

Say, does it really matter for the ruthless heart, a wayward wind lost from the start? For the rest of us, is there no sign to keep us hoping beyond a doubt? Is love a mould just like the rock beneath our feet you made- porous and hard?

Let’s sing and dance our way into the light then… No answer? Let’s wear our metal thread and climb back up onto the observation deck… no answer?