Journal

In amongst my searching this week I wrote a poem. There is always room for new beginnings and a refocus, but will it get embedded enough...

It’s the end of another day and what have I done! What is the point of life, and I stop!!.... I sit and think....after a while I realise...

The sun is out there’s white fluffy clouds in the sky, it’s a beautiful day. I am back on my bench in the Body Park remembering the same...