Too many ideas flood my mind.
I’m guessing it’s cause I’m sat on my behind
Words to be written 1000’s to pour out
|Then there’s the painting, drawing, charcoals, so many I shout.
Craftwork crochet? no knitting, no sewing I think!!
Oh, and scenes to make of miniature worlds fantasy to shrink.
Reading books stacked high, courses to start.
A language to learn, no I’m not smart.
All this time I struggle, my body it aches.
Stops me from moving, oh and keeps me awake.
My body is damaged, it doesn’t matter how.
Dwelling on the past won’t help now.
So, a bucket list firstly of what I want to achieve
A timetable, flexible so all projects have a chance to take seed.
The budget, beastly word but time to get tough.
I guess my finances need sorting, they do look a bit rough.
A calendar or diary for appointments and such
Well, I might get invited to lunch, you never know my luck.
What else can I work on in my aim to improve,
Oh no! Oh well, weight and how do I lose
I’m going to share my opinions on anything I like.
Customer service to memories of my Yamaha Bike.
The lyrics of a current favourite song or a film review
BECAUSE I CAN AT LAST DO WHAT I WANT TO DO…
Kim Louise 2016
Words from a domestic abuse victim, no not victim, Victor. Life suppressed for many years till now free but the body is broken and the mind free, no escaping so I thought, but there is always a way and this is my way.