Lizzy Weeks
Joined January 2020
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Bio
I’m a married girl, mum to a rescue dog, enzo and I love to write. Poems, short stories. Would love to share them
Stories (3/0)
So here we are With a tale to tell, A story of strength and love One you might, might not know well, You’re right, the rhyme is cheesy Maybe a little trite But believe in love and hope Read on, hang on tight. I was me She was she I didn’t choose to be He was he She was she He didn’t choose to be Her mind was fractured Her heart in shards broken No tools in her kit To unscrew the past to the open. So she spiralled to the dark One by one No hand to hold Separated, confused We were sucked, vortexed Into her Ark It wasn’t Noah’s We didn’t float We tried to swim Gasping for air, searching for a shore Clinging to rocks Hoping love would rope us in Then she was gone Left to foot soldiers to battle on He was my warrior, protector, inspiration and guard I tried to reach him But ancient armour bound tight round his heart. To hold his hand To reach that heart To have just that Would be the start Of a life worth living He is my rock My float We’re safe now She’s gone We can sail the seas Our Noah’s Ark. Our Life Boat
So here we are With a tale to tell, A story of strength and love One you might, might not know well, You’re right, the rhyme is cheesy
By Lizzy Weeks4 years ago in Poets
