She thinks on all
She’s done
All she’s been through
Under the same sun
How much of her
Life has she wasted
Dreams still alive
Embers though, abated
Most were scattered in
The wind, unseen
Storms of her life taken
Away what she could’ve been
Bullied, harassed, told
Dreams don’t amount to much
A part of her did though
Did keep alive the dreams rush
For one day she knows
She’ll achieve all she wants
Her life and sleep will no
Longer be the stuff to haunt
So her quiet belief stays
With her still
Not all has scattered
In the wind to leave its chill
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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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Caliburnus Rises 
Wow! This is like a response to the post I just made!
Really!? I’m intrigued now. I’ll look in this minute! Thank you.