Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

I don’t want to fight But I am called into battle I don’t want to fight Yet I am asked to be strong. I don’t want to fight But I am called into battle I have seen so much pain Yet I am asked to be strong. I don’t want to fight But I am called into battle I just want to get away and rest Yet I am asked to be strong. I don’t want to fight I don’t want to be strong I don’t want to be asked no longer I am simply not that strong.

For all time may we be together, my love For all time may I see your face, my love For all time I hope to hold you in my arms my love. For all time I pray for us, my love For all time I want for us, my love For all time I hope for us to be together my love. But for all time nothing lasts, my love But for all time, life does not exist, my love But for all time I cannot be with you, my love. But for all time that I have, I will love you, my love.

Make up on, hair combed and dressed up I look the part, Masquerade. I walk tall and fast, shoulders up People see me as strong I look the part, Masquerade. I am efficient, organised, always on time I look the part, But the pain is inside me, eating me away Masquerade. I laugh, smile, I am told I am positive I look the part, Tears rolls down my check when I go to sleep Masquerade. It’s all about looking good, playing a role, being something. Not about how you feel deep inside, But just the Masquerade.

I want a house near the beach So I can feel the calm of the sea and the wind on my face where I can lie on the soft bed of sand and see the open heavens above and watch time go by. I want a house with a porch so I can stand and see the boats far away on the sea  and pat my dog, feel his lovely ears and soft coat next to my leg. I want a house that has a kettle brewing my tea and a laptop charging, so I can write in my own time and space and free the creativity. I want a house with books of classics Dickens, Shakespeare and Bronte.  But down in the corner the book written by me with my picture on the back. I want a house that give me freedom to relax and rest to wonder freely with my achievements on the wall that I have fulfilled and can remember. I want a house where you are sleeping or cooking me dal in the kitchen calling my name, to hold me in your arms at night and whisper I love you every day.

Echoes Now I am well and recovered from illness I see what I have lost, life has moved on for others I see echoes of what might have been, What I used to be, look like and what I am now. I feel grief, pain and suffering, I feel the emptiness, confusion and instability. I feel echoes of what might have been, What I used to be, look like and what I am now. I was on a road that swerved and crashed I was going somewhere and now I am lost I was and now I am an echo of the past What I used to be, look like and what I am now. I cannot go back; the road is no longer there I cannot be who I used to be, that person is no longer there I cannot let the echo of the past define me. I am a different person, on a different road, in a different reality.