Who am I? Who am I

but in reality, you are never near.If I close my eyes, I can see us togetherarm in arm and so much in love.However, when I open them againI realise it is only in my imaginationand you are never here with me.Everyone has a certain someoneand I feel you are the one for me,but waking up…

along the sandy shore,the hawkish screeches of the seagullsas they circle in the skylooking for something to eat.A typical day at the seasideduring a long warm summerwith people resting in deckchairsalong the shore and striped colouredwindbreaks scattered here and there.Children shouting with ice-cream cones in handas they run away from the water’s edgeeach time it…

Life had given us some hard knocks.Do we carry on or let go?Our mind swings like a pendulumtearing us one-way and then another.An uneasy choice has to be madeas our footing gets closer to the edge.There is no hand to hold us back,no future to pursue,just an endless treadmill in a long empty life.We look…

seeing shadows on the groundof towering figures all around.In the distance, there’s a lightof a candle burning brightas the moon up highshines through crevices in the sky.Like a sleeking ghost, I wandergazing at the shadows I ponderin the darkness of the mystic nightand feel the call of a beckoning light.My shadow seem to run and…

at the loneliest time of the daywhen the evening shadows fall.In the quiet of the eveningour mind makes up imaginary placesand things we’d like to do.Some are erotic and others are not.We feel we are free from our restraintsand we can do almost anything we wish.We can be rich and the greatest personalive in our…

which keep plaguing me.Answers for which you can only give.Why it is each time you seem to open a door for me,yet when I reach it to go in,the door slams in my face.So many times in my life this has happened,my life of joy one minute is lead to despair the next.Yet to my…

We think the things we likewill lead us to a better life.Within these thoughts, we forgetthe wonderful things we have.There is an old sayingthe grass is always greeneron the other side of the hill,but when you get thereyou find it is the sameas what you left behind.Therefore, we must first examineand compare all the things…

waiting for the morning chorusemanating from the treesas the sun peaks over the horizonto greet a brand new day.My thoughts echo through the silencestirring ideas inside my brain.Housing thoughts from little thingsto bizarre openings from above and beyond.I close my eyes and visualise placesI’ve never been.Before the bird songsbreak the silence with their morning chorusalong…

its alright he told everyoneI have driven around these roads for yearsand I know them like the back of my hand.That I could do it with my eyes closed,nothing ever changeduntil one day his sedan he rearrangedand after the accident everyone asked what went wrong,we though you knew these roads like the back of your…

“You can open them now Mr D.”He opened his eyes to see hazy figures there,black and grey images, and nothing more.A gentle and kind voice, asked him what he saw.“Hazy images>“He replied.“It will be like that for a little while,and then they will begin to clear.”Each day his sight got better, thehaze began to clear.Then…

Messenger came up on the screenand it showed I was available to chat,but no one wanted to chat to me.Several friends were availableand I waited and hoped to seethat one of them might want a chat with me.Sadly none of them did.So I sat and played a couple of gamesand watched the hours pass slowly…

Sometimes it is takensometimes it is not.The ones that refuse never knowwhat they might miss.If that outstretched hand,may have belonged to an Angel waiting there.Someone who would have helpedunburden some of their load.So the next time someone puts out a hand of friendship,grasp it readily.For you will never know if the stranger is really an…