You may not be straight

You may not be gay

You may not be coloured

You may not be grey

You may not be wealthy

You may not be cold

You may not be meek

You may not be bold

You may not be abused

You may not be the same

You may not be crazy

You may not be to blame

What you CAN really be

If it is not just awesome

Embracing your flaws

Being imperfectly FLAWESOME.


I tried my best.

All these years I thought that I had done a darned good thing,

Striving to be on top of it all, even though we had nothing,

Of trying to be the best daughter, wife and mum.

Only to learn that all I caused was heartache tears and glum.

Coz as a kid being abused made me extra insecure and emotional,

Overly Protective of my own kids which at that time I thought rational.

Trying to keep them near to me and on their doings a motherly eye,

Years later to find out that, they felt imprisoned and their childhood a terrible lie.

Knowing that I am the cause of so much bottled up hate,

Even of a child who stammers and becoz of me can’t even find a date.

No family, friend or anyone did I ever had to speak.

I grew up to be Scared, scarred afraid and really meek.

Holding on to my children back then seemed like I was protecting them from the world.

Only to learn now that I was smothering them and making them hard and cold.

I guess working from home to be with my kids and mother wasn’t the wisest thing to do.

Working round the clock even when I was the sole earning member too.

Most times shit hit the fan with my husband and my mother,

Their constant exchange of heated words to rile one another.

Like a volcano I would errupt and shout till my nerves did show.

Was the screams of the child in me, just wanting to let it all go.

Little did I know I passed the same feeling down to my own precious kids.

The feeling of frustration, pain all with their bottled up lids.

As it was easily said that if over my emotions I would have had some control,

Would have changed the past somehow and not let the wasted years take its toll.

All my life I’ve had no regrets right up untill this week,

Maybe I should have just died back then when that monster made me meek.

It would have saved my kids and me a lot of bother,

If only they had gotten a more perfect and better mother.

Too late now to change everything that’s foregone

I have to live out the rest of my life just wishing I wasn’t born.

I hope someday my kids think of me with feelings of love and care.

All the simple good and fun times, I tried my best to share.

My heart is so heavy now, so burdened do I feel.

It’s going to take my entire lifetime, with all this to deal.

I hope someday my children know how very much I love them,

I have been living my dreams and seeing life through each of them.

My heart wants nothing of earth’s wealth and measures,

It will always carry my children who are my biggest treasures.

My first ebook of poems.

Please do check it out at Amazon/kindle, as this is my first book of poems out. Show some love people. 

Life blown away.🍃

Life is so fleeting

It goes by so fast

Here one minute

Then it’s your last

Dreams left unfulfilled

Things left to do

When that last breath

Is all that’s left in you

A fraction of a second

Your life flashes by

Gone into oblivion

Ends with just a sigh

Becoming a memory 

Of a person that was

Numbness left behind

In deaths cold claws

A vacuum that is deep

Nothing can ever fill

There is only so much

You can cry until

You meet beyond yonder

Where, there is no strife

Above the clouds somewhere

Just everlasting life

Each day that goes by 

There’s nothing you can do

Only time Inching closer

To being forever with you.

(Dedicated to my little 24 year old friend who became an Angel today,  04-09-2018)

©️Shaz xoxo

Writing is art from the heart.

Writing is adventurous

Writing is fun

Writing is serious

Writing is glum

Writing is mayhem

Writing is peace

Writing is high strung

Writing is release

Writing is heaven

Writing is hell

Writing is sick

Writing is well

Writing is everything

You want it to be

Writing just writing

Fills you with glee.

(Writing is art from the heart.)

©️Shaz xoxo

Blank pages.

Every blank page,

Is a story untold,

Of every bane or boon,

Yet to unfold,

filling up quickly,

Just a few pages left,

You have to try,

To better your best,

Cram a lot in,

And give it your all

Until the last page,

Your final curtain call.

💞Chosen Angels💞

As we go through lifes rough road, 

Each of us carrying a heavy load,

No one to share with us our pain,

Only for them, if it is a gain,

When the going, is good for us,

They wine and dine without a fuss,

But,when we’re in a downward state,

Only a handful to share our fate,

Sometimes family and foe mostly alike,

Heartache and sorrow repeatedly strike,

Just a few chosen Angels on earth,

Help us through, with their strength and mirth,

So when God does send, these Angels your way,

It’s because of your passed loved ones,

Good deeds to repay,

Hold on to those, whose heart seem true,

God is using them to help you get through.

©️Shaz xoxo

Our Talent’s

Each of us are artists,

In our own unique way,

Working with our hands,

All through night and day,

Instead of using paints,

In colours of every hue,

Just black and white letters,

Giving each letter it’s due.

Sculpting beautiful words,

Till they make perfect sense,

Framing complete sentences,

Making sure to use the right tense.

Putting thoughts into words,

Isn’t as easy as it seems,

But once it is achieved,

It’s like sunlight through the beams.

Writing is a nice getaway,

For the young and the old,

Creating personal masterpieces,

More precious than silver and gold.

©️Shaz xoxo

Life is but a passing phase.

Life is but a passing phase, Taking us from place to place, Sometimes up and sometimes down, go through it without a frown.

There are no shortcuts, you’ve got to go the entire length, with faith as your armour, you will be given the strength.

No matter how high or low, in life’s journey, you may go, do what is right and walk the right path, priceless is, peace of mind and heart.

©️Shaz xoxo

A painful story unfolds.

A little girl of six sitting on the floor, night after night, with her back, to the door, her parents peacefully in their room asleep, while silently she did sob and weep. No one to turn to, no one to call, telling anyone would be her downfall, a daunting thing that messed with her head, haunting her, each time she went to bed. Waiting in the shadows is this sweaty vile man, to get his hands on her as fast as he can, he stalks and slithers and comes up close, smothers her mouth and then uses force. A small little girl lying shaking on the bed, this man looming over, sweat rolling off his head, who didn’t care whether she pained or bled, just closing her eyes, wishing she was dead. Going through this ordeal, three years in a row, day after day, no one did know, A once happy girl, now in her shell, quiet and withdrawn, no one to tell. what this monster was doing, to her, each day, burning her with hot coal and taking her innocence away, he threatened and told her, that he would, kill everyone she loved, if tell, she should. So, she, became a recluse, a timid little one, suppressing everything that this man had done, begging and praying that somebody notices, what was happening under their very noses. Fate intervened and a problem arose, the family saw to it that this monster goes, not owing to her or what he did, they found the money that he stole and hid. The little girl is now a woman standing tall, a positive person and a friend to all, burying the past and putting it to rest, God giving her the strength to go through the test. A daughter, sister, mother and wife, a friend to those,wallowing in strife, overcoming abuse, from that monstrous sod, forgiving, forgetting and offering it to God. She’s happy now, smiling and carefree, three beautiful children who fill her with glee, A husband, who is, truly a gem, this poem is dedicated to, the four of them.♥️

(This is the hardest post to have ever been written, with so many emotions at play.)