POETRY
When the Port Stops Serving Its Tried and Tested Purpose
And only time will tell

It’s been rough sailing, darling,
Maybe I needn’t look for calm.
The world’s spinning a little too fast,
Can’t be here, can’t be there either.
It’s been rough sailing, darling,
Maybe I needn’t look for calm.
The world’s spinning a little too fast,
Can’t be here, can’t be there either.
Stories of light and dark, and the journeys in between.
For 27 years, I lived somebody else’s life. Now reclaiming what is rightfully mine, one story at a time.