My Body Hid a Secret
This is an account of my own life journey, from my early days struggling to survive the effects of congenital birth defects and resultant trauma, through my adolescence to adulthood. My life really has been a miracle. I hope you will enjoy reading, for certain God is faithful..
Heartbeat paintings
Heartbeat poem
- Laying the Ghosts to Rest
Same old, same old, why am I being tested, the well trodden paths that seek to harass my senses and take away my peace.
The audacity of the familiar ghosts within, I do not fear you, I almost pity your feeble attempts to overwhelm me. I see you trying to haunt me, same old same old.
Don’t you know, since I was born I have slept in this house, my heart pulsating with a different beat.
Every day I am bored by you, same old, same old, the ghosts of my troubled body seeking to entrap me.
This day as every day I lay the ghosts to rest, my choice is easy.
Life, life, life
Heartbeat Reflections
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- Alone
These empty days and lonely nights When there is no one to share my thoughts, No warm and soft male… - My friend BarbaraYour the sweetest girl right from the beginning always caring Right from her heart One drop then two drops And…
- God in action
In a town very close to Glasgow called paisley. I was born. In 1973. To two very young childhood sweetheart…