Poem -

WINGS + PILLOWS

i remember feeling, acutely
that this world was too small
in the earlier days
in the unbearable days, when
i did nothing but... fall...when...

each breath was a plea
when I ached not to be, when
the wound bled so much
i was ice...then...

only sleep could console me,
friend ...blackness...
who stole me, just
as blackness stole you, I

longed to follow you through

but the dark spit me back
each time, without fail, and
alarmed, i would shake, i would
rage, i would wail
a ship wrecked in life, stranded
nowhere at all, and
again and again and again i
would fall

to an earth shrunk in size, so
depleted of air, i would search
out the skies..long to fly with
you there, not knowing
how could i ...??...that,
i had indeed flown with you,
that twas you sent me back
told me to live
to get through, that

there were wings on my
pillow, and that this world, was,
too small, but I could fly up to
meet you... anytime at all,
anytime...

M P 19/3/21

 

 
 

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Jill Tait

Marion this is truly a masterpiece!!!! Dunno how you do it but by hell you do!!!!
❤️💕❤️ 

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Marion

Aw love...no.its not, I just write to try and stop myself crawling back.into bed...I think I'm.losing today!! I need some of your optimism Jill...send it when you send my next batch of snow 😊❤️

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Jill Tait

Awwww I sure will my lovely lass ⭐️⭐️⭐️💕❤️💕did u read your poem today i wrote just for you ❤️

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Marion

Sorry...late reply...I did...loves ya!! 🤗🤗🤗

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Marion

I veer between being spiritual and..spiteful...to god I mean...😬, Well, he will just have to.understand given that he caused it. Christ Tina...how do we ever get through this life!! Hope you are well and your loved ones also ❤️

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Being Me

Hmmm...the current story (hopefully book) I am writing has it's own ideas about god and the afterlife. Stay strong 😉💕 x

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Being Me

Book. A novel. The characters have come alive so it looks like a goer...but who knows? Time will tell.  Its working title is Heartbroken x

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Marion

Wow...fantastic Tina, I really hope it's a success. You know, the only thing I can watch on TV is the Afterlife with Ricky Gervaise, I watch it over and over again...i.am his character ..lol. Can't wait to read your book love...you are a fantastic writer ❤️

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Being Me

I LOVE that programme! I do I love it!  

Thanks for your supportive comment. I will do my best. I've written the opening page and got the whole basic outline sketched. The  characters are all jostling around  vieing for my attention at the moment. My head is like a waiting room full of actors who want a part. But this might mean that I am mad...lol  x

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Marion

There is no such thing as mad in my book(psychopaths aside) there are only people overwhelmed by world or spirit vibes or extremely deep thinkers. It's the 'norma'l people in the world who are mad...I can't imagine what it must be like to write a book...amazing Tina!! Xx

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Being Me

Anyone would have to be mad to be normal 🤣🤣🤣

You could write a book, Marion, I know you could x

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Marion

No...I love reading them too much..it would be wasted time, I'm in awe of the amazing writers out there Tina. There is a skill to writing books, I don't have that in me. I will look forward to reading your instead x

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