Wednesday, 14 April 2010



I don’t make many wishes
Not the kind of thing I say
I’ll take life as it comes to me
Every single day

But I wish I knew the person
Staring back from the mirrored wall
Sometimes I simply don’t recognise
That me at all

And even though we’re talking
Just the odd word or two
You’ve said we are OK
But I’m not sure if that’s true

So my final wish is one
That you won’t answer I know
I wish that you would tell me
What I did to upset you so


  1. I love your writing - you have such a way with words. Lovely post.

  2. Many thanks JulieB. I find it so easy to express myself this way, and it's such a great release. Whilst exercise is such a good vent for energy, I find nothing beats putting pen to paper for the emotional release.