Hey Mickey

Keys held steady piercing ready to thrust to inflict harm. Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Head down, alert avoiding attention yet  on guard every sense helping create an itemised list of surroundings. Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Lump in throat screams gone fight or flight unknown silenced in anticipation fear and dread. Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Imagined beasts under each rock beside each bush noises betraying their  vantage points Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Streetlight pooling moving swiftly from  one warm shield to the next a brief respite. Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Breath unknowingly held released into light keys finding their purpose unlocking. Foot after foot placed carefully step after step. Home. Michaela Sheehan 2021 There have been many people more eloquent than I, writing about how it can feel walking alone as a woman. This terrifies me, not only for m...

Heart racing, pulse heavy a skittering rhythm bubbles rising ever faster effervescence under my skin sparkling heat skipping over my chest metallic tang flashing on my tongue giggling through a sound out of reach a touch unable to be heard a flash, then gone. Michaela Sheehan  2021

A thousand dreams live within me. Dreams of long summer days filled with friends laughter. Dreams of snowy castles solitude tucked away on my own. Dreams of love, shared,  taken in small bites increasing in size to take my fill. Dreams of motherhood, of stardom, of music and soul. Of cooking, of celebrating of moons and stars. Dreams of whispered conversations behind closed doors of changing the world one dream at a time. A thousand dreams live within me, within me a thousand dreams live. Michaela Sheehan 2021

On the bank of a river to sit with you is something I'd give anything to do. To hear your voice and see your smile to sit and chat for a little while. We'd waste little time discussing the fluff, instead setting the world right making decisions that are tough. I'd ask your advice on the things I've done wrong you'd hold my hand and pause for too long. Your answer would be honest not what I wanted to hear, but I'd treasure the moment and hold it dear. You'd remind me I'm loved, a thing I often forget, That I'm worthy of time and peoples respect. We'd sit and we'd laugh time would just disappear, you'd tell me you know  I've shed many a tear, In grief and sadness in happiness too I'd smile through more tears tell you how much I miss you. If dreams are free (and I know that they are), I'll picture sitting on the river bank imagining you are not far. That you're watching and listening just out of my sight And I'll strain t...

Blue light illuminates dark a beacon of hope, a sunrise, morning another day. Slow hum escalates to a rumble. Bubbles running like quicksilver, to escape hissing steam clouds a promise of caffeination. Michaela Sheehan 2021

Beat building sound layered breath hitched chest tight sound upon sound louder eyes closed unseeing overwhelmed senses gone but beholden to the noise then it's gone. Silence. Press play again. Michaela Sheehan 2021

There is a Carl, He is a darl. He sleeps in my bed and his cheeks will go red when he reads this wee ditty he won't find it witty but is shows that I love him and there's no one above him. Michaela Sheehan 2021 Carl asked me if I ever wrote about him, I said not really (mainly because he doesn't make me angsty that often). I then wrote this in 30 seconds flat and read it to him. Yes his cheeks went red!

 I love you Your sticky droplets flowing slowly at first then faster until a steady stream of your liquid gold spills forth hitting the bottom of my mug, splashing the sides, warming my soul awakening my mind starting my day. I love you. Michaela Sheehan 2021 Sleep is scarce at the moment. Perhaps that is why there are so many sleep/coffee related thoughts in my head!

 I Love you. Michaela Sheehan 2021

Click and whirl Pushing around the heavy warm air. Whirling, a low hum attempting to cool my sweaty weary body. The useless fan bearing witness to a desire to sleep. Snores and murmurs from the form next to me Oblivious to my longing, blood boiling,  anger rising at the ease in which sleep has  found them. Temporary solace found in the cool side of the pillow lulling me to oblivion. Michaela Sheehan 2021

I held your hand under the covers as the world shattered around us. Things thrown and voices raised, I tried to create an oasis a sea of calm under the blankets. Heads buried and favourite songs sung, safe from the tide of emotions slapping against our young bodies, emotions not for us but directionless in their anger. Always holding onto these moments selfishly hoping for them, willing to bear the  storm for this rare,  momentary lapse. Holding to the few precious moments  you have ever needed me. Claiming my status as older. I wish we were holding hands under the covers. Michaela Sheehan 2021