Silently she walks into the room
Scared and alone feeling lost
Hiding behind the scars and tears which freely fall
Lost in that moment
Suddenly she realises that yes, it’s ok to cry
But don’t hide who you are
This world needs you to be you.
Come with your quirks, bright eyes, that smile that lights up a room.
Bring who you are, just you not anyone else
You were not created to hide in the shadows
But to dance in the sunshine and the rain….
Dreams….to be realised…discovered…..begun….
Continue to turn the pages of the story He is writing…
Carole Farish July 2012
Well I wrote this at college today in the practical writing session. We were asked to look at this painting called Nighthawks by Edward Hooper and write something about it:-
One November night
All alone in a dimly lit bar
Sat watching a young couple
From a far
Sometimes their actions speaking
Wondering why they are here
So late at night,
So the lady in the corner smiles
Obviously very happy
Maybe its some special occasion,
Or some stunning ceremonious
evening of forgotten promises
When things have been left unsaid.
Thoughts crumbling around
Like great forbidden loves
Wide open spaces,
The void left by decaying
adversary broken hearts
All is lost in the avenues of time.
One day, maybe one day
hope can be renewed.
By Carole Farish