Sitting down feeling terrified

I have nothing but joy ahead

8 weeks until my son arrives, with it comes a year from work

ive never not worked

what is going to happen?

will my brain come with me?

I’m scared of becoming a mindless creature of habit.

I feel guilt as the worry and anxiety emerges

I should be ecstatic right now shouldnt i?


My own poetry reviews

wpid-wp-1447377915446.jpgI have been writing poetry for some time now and it’s something I love doing.

Although I have been doing it for years this is the first time I’ve put it out there online.

I have come to the conclusion I cannot hope to get better without fair and just reviews.

If you read my poetry, first of all thank you. I hope you enjoyed it, but also please feel free to tell me why you did or didn’t like it. Only then can I hope to improve.

Thank you very much in advance.


Poetry – Pain

Pain is a funny thing that everyone encounters



Both hard to deal with and yet both completely different.

The gauze that hangs over everything. The bleakness…..grey, damp, cold, lonely.

When lulled into a false sense of security, pain creeps up and stabs you in the heart and stomach slowly pulling you apart.

You can cry until there are no more tears, fall asleep and find courage in the blankness of sleep, ready to go through it all again tomorrow.

The wort part isn’t the excruciating pulling its the nothingness, the numbness, no feeling.

The worst pain is no pain at all


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