Aaaaaarrrrggghhh cont.

Oh yes.

I will let you know how the date went soon. Well, basically after I find out what her reaction to the evening was.

As far as I was concerned, it went VERY well indeed. Oh yes.

Until then.

Goodnight.

Silly or sage-like? YOU DECIDE!!!

For some god knows reason I’ve decided to let you see a little poem I’ve written. I originally wrote it to email to the other members of the psychotherapy training course I’m doing instead of sending a Christmas card (which I couldn’t afford to do anyway – see Back in the water, unfortunately it's Shit Creek), unfortunately, I’ve lost all of their details and so won’t be able to let them read it until my next course day at least.

Now there are a couple of things I feel I need to state before letting you read it.

1. I’m not a poet. As will become excruciatingly obvious to you once you’ve read it I’m sure.

1. If it seems a bit heavy or angst ridden then all I will say is - see (1) and that is was written for a group of friends with whom I’m taking a rather deep and meaningful journey with so naturally a bit of, hopefully, deep and meaningful writing is entirely appropriate.

1. Yes I do know how egotistical it looks but hey this is my blog so I can do what the hell I like.

1. Please feel free to give me some feedback. This is the first poetry I’ve written for about 13 years so I’m pretty curious what other people think of it.

May Be Still
or
Footprints in the Snow


I may be walking in the dark
Still there’s a path in front of me

My eyes they may be closed
But still I’m trying to see

This room it may be silent
Still I can hear you knock

Past times they may be frozen
Still I try to start the clock

The way it may be treacherous
But still I’m reaching for the peak

This voice it once was stolen
But now I try to speak

I’ve not wandered down this road before
I wonder where I go
I wonder if you’ll be there too
Not just footprints in the snow.