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How many times does she
have to sacrifice her dreams
To be held back
when just on the cusp
Of something great
and something so new
So close she was that
she could almost touch it
Grasp it whole
embrace it in her arms
Then fickle fate stepped in
taken, stolen yet again
Trapped now worse than before
in a hell she’s tried to escape
This prison will hold her
tight and secure
Harder will it be
to free herself forever more…
She has her dream still
and she shall fight harder
Harder than ever before
she’ll sacrifice much
To free herself to the light
that she’s been long searching for…
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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