Inside the box, voices could be heard nagging at my mind Thoughts scrambling, fighting to be one Ending in a light bulb moment Radio had been left on low Daft old man, I told myself Inside the box, you know that, you remember Memory is a tricky thing Every hour that passes, it fades Nice memories cling on fast Sitting like a comfy armchair, don’t let go Inside the box will help you keep listening On this journey we call life Nearer to your ending A new beginning waits Let go, let it in… ©AnitaDawes2022
When we were young the world looked bright In troubled times, keep your smiles turned on Every twilight sings its own love song Down country lanes we wander Ending our time in the pub Raising a glass to tomorrows Sunsets, we smile Ever hopeful of our Happy ever after Endings hold no fears Nearer to the end, a new beginning… ©AnitaDawes2022
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And so it Begins…
Reporting in for the New Year…
I am sitting at my writing desk, pen in hand but I am looking out of the window. Or trying to.
It is still dark outside, the faint outline of the houses opposite beginning to show in silhouette against the slowly changing tones of the dawn sky.
The window in front of me is a dark mirror. The ghostly image I see reflected in the glass is of an old woman, care worn and tired, looking back at me.
What is she doing?
She is not writing, not yet but I can tell that she will.
Emotions twist and turn as I consider myself and what the past, slowly receding nightmare of a year has reduced me to.
A year that has thrown everything it could lay its hands on at all of us, leaving bitter flotsam in its wake.
I intended to start the new year with a good deal of positivity, to try and rebuild the dreams that took such a battering in 2020.
Finding most of them wasn’t easy, as they didn’t want to be found. That was when I realised that rebuilding them wouldn’t be easy either.
I can sympathise, for I am bruised and battered too.
The trouble for most of us, is that all the bad stuff didn’t magically vanish on the stroke of midnight. Some may never go away completely.
So what will happen in 2021?
All I know is this – we may be battered and a bit ragged around the edges, but we are not beaten, not by a long shot.
We will simply do our absolute best, like always…
© Jaye Marie 2021