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There she is, Cara Reid
Shopping for things she doesn’t need
But what she wants more than anything
Is to smile again, a great big grin
Always a shoulder to cry on
She’s there listening to others wrongs
But does anyone listen to hers?
Do they feel her emotions stir?
She has many layers that no-one sees
For if they did they may well flee
For inherently selfish they all are
From them she sometimes feels very far
She refuses to talk much about her life
Far too long she’s learnt to hide
She wouldn’t know how anyway
Who would listen long enough to stay?
So she continues on like a ghost
While others invade as if she the host
Oh how she wishes for freedom in some way
But always an ear she’ll be for them to have their say
*First published on August 27th 2012 at 11:59 and re-edited today
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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