Sunday, 6 November 2016

Life Is For The Living:

It was revealed to me,
On a mountain walk,
I wasn't supposed to have survived,
All of this,
There were so many things,
That were designed to take me down;
There was supposed to be,
A tombstone somewhere,
On hollowed ground,
And a small group of people,
Mourning their loss,
And wondering what on earth,
To do with the houseful of,
Scribbles, journals, diaries,
USB sticks and books,
No-one knew what to do with them all.

My tenacity is palpable,
My iron will unbreakable,
And after all of the waiting I have arrived,
The moment is upon me,
I am victorious

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