In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
I drift along the longing breeze…like a dandelion
It’s is so dark in here. I cannot see a thing. That shadow…that ever-repressing shadow hovers over me making sure I cannot break free. Chained to him forever. That’s what he’d like me to believe.
To feel The kiss of the midday sun Watching the cherubs as they run Along the sandy stretch…oh what fun The freedom to be
This is something I should have done so so long ago. But life happens every now and then. I’d like to to introduce you to someone whom I think is worth mentioning. Not because we’re related…but rather because I think she has a voice and that voice should be heard loud and clear. She, like many of us, has had some ups and downs in life. Yet she is an amazing human masterpiece formed by the hands of the Master to bring light and love.
Precious memories marred
Soul deeply scarred
I joined a blogging community called The Blog Tag. Every week we’re given a new theme. The aim is to help bloggers with inspiration for their posts. This week is Art Week. We’re also given writing prompts every day. The writing prompt for this post is “What is Your Favourite Art Form?”. You may be able to tell from the title…I LOVE music.
She left him lying there in the kitchen in a crimson pool not knowing if he was dead or alive. She was not going to wait to find out.
This week on The Blog Tag we have the theme of Literature. The prompt for this post is “My Open Letter To…”. Dear Bully I know it’s been a while. I thought I’d update you on my life. And […]
A People lost
With all the time
But no space