I thought I could tell you everything,
Then I realised that by doing that,
I pushed myself further out to sea,
And now I’m drowning.
I thought I could tell you everything,
Then I realised that by doing that,
I pushed myself further out to sea,
And now I’m drowning.
I collect our memories,
Polaroids and old tickets,
Moments I cherish,
Though not as much-
As my love for you.
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,
It’s time to start flying,
You’re not safe here.
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 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.
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 »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.
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 »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!
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