Hands clasped she prays
Asking for better days
Even though she doesn’t believe
She’s praying hard for a reprieve
Days go by and still she’s here
With her deepest darkest fear
So very alone, she carries it forever
Hoping her prayers answered, fears severed
For there’s much she wants to do
On land and ocean blue
She just needs a chance to break free
So she can live as was meant to be
But memories her prison
They won’t let her go, cloud her vision
Her pathways always blocked
Doors seemingly locked
But hands clasped she prays
Asking for better days
Even though she doesn’t believe
She’s praying hard for a reprieve
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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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