Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

No Fear, Ha!

Waiting for a knock on the door, delivery

It has taken almost six weeks to arrive

"Customer service" has a lot to answer for!

Although, it has served well as a distraction for me!

Now, only a day away, I'm more than a little anxious

As silly as I know it to be, I've never claimed to be rational!

Little boy is finally organised for while I'm gone

He nicely reassured me "There's nothing to be scared of mum!"

(He conveniently forgets gripping the armrests white-knuckled.)

Logic makes an appearance occasionally, but it never stays

I sound like the stereotypical "irrational woman", that's okay

I am a completely irrational woman, logic and sense has gone!

I am joining the millions of people who step aboard each and every day!

1 comment:

The Moomin said...

what's the big thing to arrive?