She gropes
She tumbles
She screams
She cries
She stands up again
Finally she can see a sparkle
Just a small sparkle
She knows
She is near, she is close
But how close, how near
It doesn’t matter
She’s picked up huge
Along her way to glow
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
In a dark tunnel
She gropes She tumbles She screams She cries She stands up again Finally she can see a sparkle Just a small sparkle She knows She is near, she is close But how close, how near It doesn’t matter She’s picked up huge Along her way to glow I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |