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Rushing out of the office, she heads for the train
A car goes by through a puddle, splashing her
Her day has been bad, drove her insane
what else she wonders is waiting to lurk
She just wants to be home in the warm
forgetting the day and all it gave
Her life at a crossroads, she’s torn
which way to turn, what way to save
Tired, cold, wet and fed up
she opens the door to her small flat
She makes a soup in a large cup
and falls asleep where she’s sat
She wakes up just before nine
the TV screen flickering, the sound low
She yawns, deciding to go to bed this time
but thoughts of tomorrow intrude her so
She knows she has to act fast
if she wants to change her life for good
In bed she thinks back to her past
all the things done and still could
Blink and you’ll miss it, words she knows
told to her by her dad way back when
Inside her heart, her discomfort grows
for her life she leads, a new one to begin
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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