I collect our memories,
Polaroids and old tickets,
Moments I cherish,
Though not as much-
As my love for you.
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Follow The Spark
I wonder where the spark goes,
Is it stored in jars for a rainy day,
Or crushed by the weight of reality,
Until all we feel is loss and regret?
Home Bird
Home bird,
It’s time to start flying,
You’re not safe here.
Our Place
I used to stop by that place,
Memories of that night-
Haunting me like ghosts,
Only when they flattened it,
Did I know I could move from that spot.
I miss you
I miss you in:
Every day, hour, minute,
The moment isn’t the same,
I know you should be with us,
But you were snatched away,
And all I can think is how I have-
All these stories that were never mine to tell.
A late review, The Secret GP by Max Skittle
If you have wanted a window into what a GP sees each day in their clinic, this book brings a fresh take into the weird and wonderful that doctors sit opposite every day.
Read More »Confused Wishes
Should I confuse raindrops on my window for stars,
May my wishes be patient and still,
Let them rest a moment with me,
Until I get my star to wish upon.
2021, a year of change
Life, I am sure, is like a set of weight scales. A constant battle for the status quo, and what that means to a person. As you know, 2020 brought with it some challenges with a few chapters in my life drawing to a close; whilst this year has felt like a palette cleanser, with lots of changes in my life happening.
Read More »2021’s Year in Books: Part Two
As you know, I am on a journey to reach my reading goal for the year. For those who’ve just joined in, you can read part one, here; but here is the second instalment to what I’ve been flicking through. Warning, minor spoilers ahead!
Read More »Disability & Me
My partner and I were talking today about people’s opinions when it came to disability. Talk of how law should change to reflect and encompass what it means to be ‘differently abled’ and how that affects how you’re seen to others. Most importantly how you’re seen to those who aren’t walking a mile in your shoes.
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