Ultimate Truth
A republication of a poem I wrote back in 2012, that still rings true today.
A persistent search for meaning has been the bane of my existence, and at this stage of my life I fully embrace this quest with an open-ended curiosity.
I see this as a question that will carry on throughout my life. I am one of many.
*This poem was first published on wordpress on, 1 September 2012.
The meaning of life,
An age old question.
It cuts like a knife,
The true confession.
The will to live,
The need to breathe,
The sign to see,
Defined, are we?
Resigned to a fate,
Where all is at stake.
The struggle to fake,
To make or break.
The shackles we bind
Of our own device,
Lead us to the tide
Of our own demise.
Touch and Go
A poem about growing into our own while retaining autonomy, and how those who go before us can support this process while leaving room for a natural becoming.
Give me guidance, not instruction
Let me find my way to function.
Just a teeny bit attention,
Then leave me without question.
Life is strange, there’s confusion
But the quest comes to conclusion.
Living is done by our volition,
A little addition and subtraction.
Bring your trinkets for division,
Hand in clues to help the mission
And as time goes, through transition,
We find our own destination.
Freedom
A poem about freedom, inspired by the movie ‘Harriet’.
Not everyone will fight to be free,
Not all will run from misery.
Some are so scared they cannot see,
That freedom comes from gallantry.
Hard to blame those who choose to stay,
Hapless, thrown into disarray.
Sad as it seems, choice is the way,
To drive oneself out of dismay.
Freedom is earned, you’ve got to pay,
By letting comfort out the way.
You must sit in the shades of grey,
Be neither predator not prey.
Dream Weaving
A poem for the dreamers.
What do you do with your dreams,
The things you wish or long for?
Do you tuck them into the recesses of your mind,
To dust them up in quiet times, and press rewind?
Or do you build that spark,
Long enough to start a fire?
And does the fire die out from strong winds,
Or stand the test of time, blazing and bright, refusing to retire?
May your dreams get more than a passing glance,
More than a moment’s thought.
May attention and curiosity be your stance,
For they are not for naught.
Dance with the Shadows
Seasons greetings and best wishes for 2026! See you next year, enjoy the rest of this year!
It is not always dark and it is not always bright,
Can you imagine, day without night?
The dance between dark and light,
Makes life such a delight.
As we edge into the last week of the year, I would like to wish you all ‘Happy Holidays’! No matter how you would describe 2025, it is sure to have reflected different colours of the rainbow, at some point or other. Remember to whisper gratitude in the silent moments between breaths, for all that went well.
I wish you every good thing that life can bring; and may the new year usher in the gifts you need, to live the life you are meant to lead.
See you in 2026!
With love,
Sheila Bett.
Sixth Sense
A contemplative poem about trusting your intuition. We often think of our five senses, those tied to our physical being. Our existence goes far beyond that, and the 6th sense is an unsung hero.
There is a quiet wisdom that resides within you
It makes you pause, points out an issue
It taps you gently, hoping you notice
The subtle signs, the flags, the victories.
It can be shy and speak in whispers
Or be so loud, it could knock your teeth out.
Just know that like a first impression,
Try, trust the nudge that states intention
The more you hear, the more it speaks too
Perk up, listen and let it guide you.
Unraveling
A poem about the place of transition. A return to self, and finding authenticity in a performative world.
There’s been an ache in me
An ache to truly become me
It took straying so far
Carving and caving, creating a scar
For long I thought this scar was real
Not only that, but indeed, me
Bending and breaking and shifting to steal
An image, a thought, a person to be
I grew and I blossomed, I flirted with it
This light that resided yet hid deep within
It weeped, it cried out, it reached out, it lit
Surrendered, descended then glowed through my skin
I tried to remember that small piece of me
Then one I let shrink, malnourished and weak
No matter how far I ran and at speed
I couldn’t escape the whispering we
Haunted, defeated, at last I recede
And bare this pearl, clear as the sea
No longer a mystery, no cage to proceed
I free this light in me, to shine as it please
