When I was drowning in the darkYou lit up my skiesWhen I was dying inside my headYou pulled me out, aliveI can’t help but feel likeI don’t deserve youI can’t help but feel likeI don’t deserve you I’m just so scared Of being vulnerable I’m just so scared To seem weakBut no one is perfect in this worldNo one is perfect but youPerfectly imperfect that’s what you areMy savior my blessing my soul

A poem by Marisa ColtabaughPine tree branches wave gentlyin the breeze that only exists in the shade.Standing on asphaltit’s hot,so hot. The sun beats down,baking me,just for having the gall to step outside, finding no reprieve by that elusive shade wind.I can feel the skin cancer under my sunscreen,the sharp burn and prickleon my skin after so many months of winter.Sweat beads form on my upper...

Portrait taken in Derry.  24/04/2021

Taken in Derry, 24/04/21

Portrait taken in Malahide, Dublin, 10/04/21

It’s been raining in London for weeks and all I do is to wish to see the blue sky and feel the warmth of the sunshine on my skin. 

I think we can all agree that 2020 (to put it politely) was not a great year. Fear and isolation engulfed everyone's lives, leaving many people with little to no hope for the future. I was lucky enough to be blessed with amazing family and friends who kept me going through the past 18 months,  but as we slowly begin to near the end of this pandemic I'm still finding that some people's hope ha...