Passionate about social justice and politics. Hobbies include entering travel competitions and writing short stories and poetry. I love spending time with my family and pets, travelling, and reminiscing about my alternative childhood.
The Lucky Travellers
Grey, angry clouds loomed large across the sky while torrential rain pelted against my windows with such force that I genuinely thought the glass panes might shatter into pieces. It was a typical July morning in wet and windy Wales, and as usual we were stuck indoors. My two grumpy toddlers let out angry wails of pent-up frustration, for we had been cooped up in our tiny house for what seemed like an eternity. It was almost as if the dull, gloomy weather reflected my emotional state; lingering postpartum OCD, feelings of isolation and a lack of money had left me feeling just as grey and angry as those looming, rain filled clouds.
Bloodshed at the Beanfield
A traveller child, that is who I was As we drove through the towns in our double-decker bus And boy did they stare and glare and frown
My Life in Color
Colors symbolize different parts of my life The good times, the love, the sadness, the strife All these events, whether happy or bleak