James Ballantyne

James

  • The Wild Path

    With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone,… Continue reading

  • Standing On the Bridge

    Standing on the bridge As I walk on Slow step by slow step What is behind me? What is in front? What can I see? What remains hidden? What is underneath? The fall, the gaps, the fear, the height What… Continue reading

  • The poem I had to write first.

    This is the poem I had to write first a few weeks ago, it was the one that had to unclog the bottle. (TW; Suicide ) Mr Hecker, You were wrong. I once wrote a poem in which I died… Continue reading

  • What kind of noise.. does Silence make (until she is heard)?

    What kind of noise does silence make to find herself heard? As she wanders. She won’t interrupt your schedule, Chase your ego, or shout herself from the rooftops. She wont force She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted… Continue reading

  • Feeling the Glow.

    My Child, You glow differently When your light flows, inner free. You glow with wonder At who you can possibly be. You glow with grace as the tenderness of your heart, runs safe and wild. You glow with sacred lightness,… Continue reading

  • You can do more than hard things.

    Once you realise you can do hard things. Once you fought the fight to make love real. Once you had the courage to live and love your story. Once you took on the monsters, regardless of the outcome. When Everything… Continue reading