Lost in the dark, on the edge of hopelessness. she shines forth brilliantly…
Is nothing sacred anymore. Stuck In Scared
I'm stood in an upstairs council house toilet, the walls are 'apple white', and there's a little frosted window to the left of me.
Invisible Illness is very real, often debilitating, often disabling, and always painful.
Stuck In Scared: A few of my poems (for National Poetry Day)
'Somebody's Son' (Nurturing in passing)
Once upon a time to be exact) in a children's home in England.run by an order of nuns called 'The Poor Sisters Of Nazareth'.
I do not like that Cam-I-Am. That ‘Cam-I-am’ That ‘Cam-I-am’ I do not like that ‘Cam-I-am’
We love you Littlie. Special needs, disability. "My child Taken from arms Tubed, tested, incubated.
No Harm Done... Poem. Poetry. @stuckinscared
A few of my poems. for National Poetry Day.
Stuck In Scared: poems