The last day of freedom for at least a month. I’ll be honest and say that I’m dreading lockdown. Not because of not knowing what to expect but being reminded of what I did. There hasn’t been any mention of those that are vulnerable but I suppose it’s the same as last time. It’s very important to keep in close contact with loved ones. I nearly lost everything last time, and in a way I did but not this time. I’m slowly moving on but there are still memories that linger.
I don’t claim to be a poet, the following is really just prose written in a different order!
Bless you all and let’s keep in touch. ( ps who’d be interested in a zoom meeting as a social?)
I often sit and wonder
Why I travel the same roads
I did as a child
And have travelled no further
Than the end of my nose
Have I taken all the wrong turns
Or have my footsteps been forced
By chance, bad luck?
We are all stories
its up to us to tell a good one
Or at least an honest tale
With a happy ending
And a hero, tho’ blinded by thorns
Still slays the dragon
For his Princess in the tall tower
Deep in the forest
I close my eyes and wonder
Why we couldn’t find each other
In the dark
When we searched so hard
And I look to the tall places
And the big skies
Crying out for someone to answer
When I call her name
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