Though this land has given her a new lease of life
She still doesn’t feel free
These bonds she needs to cut with a knife
So her spirit can soar above the sea
This land was her escape from boredom and blame
From a life like a prisoner she led
But now she’s here there’s no escape she can claim
All she left behind is still in her head
This land she has been followed by her past
Where she had hoped to leave them behind
But stick to her like a nightmare, they crept up fast
For her there was nowhere they could not find
This land was meant to be her awakening
Where she hoped to be free of past ghosts
But haunted her they did, her heart breaking
Her dream of freedom she wanted the most
All she wanted was a new life to lead
Where she could be finally free
But fate has other ideas as her soul bleeds
In this land how does she find freedom’s key?
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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