It is 3.40 PM, Noreen a 12 year old girl is sat on a large rock outside her school, there is noise and commotion of children trying to get on the 3 buses lined up in front of her. A back drop of green hills and semi detached homes catches her eyes. She is waitingContinue reading “The Streets that lead me (A Play – first Draft)”
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As the saying goes every little helps..
Amidst a universal pandemic I have found it incredibly hard to help. I have put away the NHS letter asking me I have 90 days to update my training. I am struggling to email or contact them. I am only a bank worker but I have this sense of duty, like I must help out.Continue reading “As the saying goes every little helps..”
In the Time of Pandemic
I had to google the author of this poem. I wish people would do their research before sharing.
Just a thought.
07.10.16 I thought a strange thought – when you marry and have children, have a home and have your own freedom, what happens when the home becomes a house and the people become just people, almost strangers. Can you dream more or do the dreams end? I mean the dreams you have in broad daylight,Continue reading “Just a thought.”
May Day
She was a quiet lady, but enjoyed the war songs and the tea and cake. She was of course well known, possibly not for her personality or character but her name. Sammy came upstairs to the office for some coloured paper, and said May Day is here. I looked at her a little confused andContinue reading “May Day”
Sadness
He stands, feet solid, a man, a boy, boisterous and what seems arrogant, disrespectful. Shouting and causing a scene is so easy when you are boy, if only they saw and knew, felt pain and felt sad. I realised when I met him, not through the scars or the obvious self-inflicted abuse but through theContinue reading “Sadness”
Overcoming PTSD
I have to do this. Releasing my thoughts onto the world like an eagle spreading its wings above a small stone, but at this moment in time my story has a beginning and no end. I am still in the process of understanding my story, my past and present. It haunts me day after dayContinue reading “Overcoming PTSD”
Break me
Don’t smile at the stranger. Don’t look at the women crossing the road, stepping towards us, we might know her. Don’t help them, don’t help her, don’t look, don’t be kind. What have they done for you? What has the care you have given, given back to you, a few pounds to spend but a fewContinue reading “Break me”
Just another one seeking peace.
I was not ready two years ago. I realise now. Yet I have so much more to find, so they all say. How many times have you heard this? Where do I start…I created this blog and made 2 posts, forgot about it and now I am back. I realise it was something I triedContinue reading “Just another one seeking peace.”
What is a man?
In the United Kingdom women have gained rights and freedoms miles different to the social status of 1901. However the cry for help, the emotion the fear and the braveness to help themselves using logic feels the same. How easy was it for you to see the doctor after that episode of darkness or duringContinue reading “What is a man?”
