I’m sick of all the games and lies; sick of all the fights. There’s a tempest blowing up inside my mind and I don’t know if I can survive it. The winds are high, the sea is rough but I never learned to swim. I try my best to hang on but I feel myself losing my grip and suddenly, I plunge into the icy waters. I cry for help but no-one can hear me, so I cry to God in desperation but He doesn’t answer my pleas. I am drowning, not waving. It’s only a matter of time……. then suddenly, I have no fear and suddenly I really don’t care. I welcome the silence as I sink into the icy depths; floating away, to no-man’s land where I am alone, and there are no games and lies, and at last, there are no fights. Just peace in my head and then I realize that this is not no-man’s land but somewhere beautiful and far away where an angel takes my hand and the pain in my heart melts away.
Author: Ellie Thompson
Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ...
... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full.
I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else.
Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊
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