Just for the sake of it
Coded for me
An account.
A brief written reflection of events.
Unrelated.
A clipped text narrative.
A hidden meaning.
Coded for me.
Written so I can reflect in a year from now about a moment in time when I lost my voice.
Boundaries broken.
Assertiveness absent.
To begin with a strong belief in myself.
My worth as a person.
Full of assurance.
Confident that I could fulfil my goals.
Set.
Positive.
Self-assured.
It’s just not me to be confidently aggressive.
Perhaps that’s what I needed to be?
Dogmatic preferable?
I just don’t know.
As the day ended and became night.
I felt.
The right word?
I struggle with it.
Adrift.
Yes.
A distress alert text.
He knows my codes.
He stopped to call me from the Kangaroo Point Cliffs.
Shan arrived at my home with a plan.
“We’re off to Brett’s Wharf.
Get styled up, ready for a night of delight.
It’s ‘light up’ time!”
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[ The reality of his friendship brings me joy. See below. ]
If you would like to read my writing about Shannan. In date order of publication.
I hope you enjoy!
Pauline Fountain. © 2023. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be used or reproduced without the written permission of the author.
About the Creator
Pauline Fountain
Writing and photography provide a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
My mental health? Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling), Complex PTSD and Functional Neurological Disorder.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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