It’s cold here –
by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
Every day – and every night.
The wind howls within this empty space.
The clouds never part
The sun does not shine
There is no escape from the emptiness.
Just beyond my reach - although close enough to see
Is the vision of a dream – this dream a reality for some.
I stand alone in the distance shivering from inside
As I watch those who smile with happiness
Warmth surrounds them with open arms
Giving closeness, security, comfort and completeness
This picture plays over as I –
Continue to dream!
Friday May 26th