From she to he, a wish A change about is swish, maybe In words at least I see Misunderstood but free, a dream Thoughts rarely can redeem When thoughts only can seem to think As written down in ink Such dreams begin to sink, in whys The spoken word denies Again he’s left in sighs; anguish
I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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Sending love and support 💜💜
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Much valued, thank you Willow xx
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Hugs 🤗🤗🤗
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