"Sooner or later, somehow, anyhow, I was bound to write a novel. It seems vain to ask why. Men are born with various manias: from my earliest childhood, it was mine to make a plaything of imaginary series of events; and as soon as I was able to write, I became a good friend to the paper-makers."Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Friday, 2 March 2012

Some Days

Some Days

There are some days when,
the light seems too bright to see,
and then there are days when,
I am content to bask in its glow.
There are some days when,
my dreams seem untouchable,
and then there are days when
I am certain that they will come true.
There are some days when,
I am so afraid of falling,
and then there are days when,
a blind leap of faith comes with ease.
There are some days when,
I cannot see the way forward,
but then I realise,
that I am the one holding myself back.

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This is my final TMA poem slighty edited because I had to squash it into 8 lines to fit the line limit - this was its originally intended form.

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