Sometimes, I don’t want to be me
Sometimes, we don’t like being us
Sometimes, we don’t like ‘being’ at all
Sometimes I wish i could disappear
I have little to stay ‘here’ for
No family that ever visits us
Just our carers for company three times a day
Grand total of two and a half hours
Our closest friends are here at WordPress
Most of us known by anonymous avatars
Who we pour our hearts out to
And our souls bleed onto the paper
Yet those very friendships
And our hearts’ outpourings
Could be snuffed out like candles
By one press of a key
How fragile we are.
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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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Are you ok? What happened?
I’m ok, don’t worry – just feeling very hurt by someone else’s actions xxx
Ellie, I’m sorry your struggling. I feel for you. Sending a hug, you know where I am if ya want to email us. Carol anne xo ❤