Well it's about time, don't ya think...

So, it is with thanks to my wonderful friend Cheri, who read this poem and put it on her Facebook page, to drive me to finally put my stuff out there. And, a massive shout out to all my amazing friends who were around and supported me throughout, well my life basically! Love you more than Jelly Totts. xxx

The Dunblane massacre had a huge effect on my life. I just couldn't get it, these kids worlds were ripped apart in an instant. I think it's the first time, I questioned everything. The world, the universe, everything. Innocence can only be taken and it can never be returned. It stewed for a long time and eventually, I put pen to paper.

       

 

Lost Youth

A closed door may often find
Stories enclosed in it's young owner's mind
Of a lost, though wondrous place
With journeys only heroes face

The lion, who our heroes befriend
The witch from all they must defend
The wardrobe in which this world they travel

To face the most extraordinary battle
  

 But when I open this magical door
I see a hanging rail with shoes on the floor
Wondering why childhood comes at a cost
You never regain sweet innocence lost