I’m not there yet.
I’ve still got miles to go.
But now I’m moving, with purpose, in the right direction.
(Copyright Paul Andrew Sneddon)
Category: Poems
-
Photo by Paul Andrew Sneddon -
Everyone in my house had the Christmas Flu last year.
Photo by Jad Limcaco on Unsplash It’s cold outside, minus three,
but my temperature’s busting the mercury,
flu at Christmas, what’s the chances,
no mistletoe and no dances.Family is on the way, turn the car around,
feel like I’m six feet underground.
I’d love to see you,
but I’d have to leave you.Duvet and hot water bottle,
Brufen and paracetamol,
so many things I’m going to miss,
I’ll be in bed till the summer hits.© Paul Andrew Sneddon
-
Photo by Paul Andrew Sneddon I’m going to wake early in the morning. Before the sun. Before the people.
Drag myself from my bed.I’m going to drive down to the beach, near where the river meets the sea.
I’m going to walk.
Feel the cold air.
The December rain.
The wind in my face.Watch the water breaking on the shore. Listen to the roar of waves
Breathe in deep. Look out across the water and say.
I am still here.
Still alive.
I’m not giving upNot ever.
***********************************************
The beach is one of my favourite places. A good place to take a moment and just breathe in Autumn.
© Paul Andrew Sneddon
-
Photo by Paul Andrew Sneddon Run my hands through the earth,
The dirt between my fingers,
The rain finally stops falling,
The wind drifting through the trees.My voice travelling across the valley,
My feet planted in the ground.My coat smells like vape,
The rush of the city,
Running in my veins,
People rushing,
traffic,
noise,
shouting,
anger,
hands,
grabbing,
reaching.Stop.
Open my eyes.
Breathe in,
The trees swaying in the breeze.
Breathe out,
The river winding through the valley.
Breathe in,
The birds singing.
Breathe out.I yell across the valley:
“I am here!
I am alive!”I look up to the open sky.
Let the healing begin.© Paul Andrew Sneddon
-
Photo by Paul Andrew Sneddon Dinner on the back step,
In the late evening sun.
Last few moments of daylight,
the night is coming on.Spanish chicken, rice and salad,
“Doctor’s orders” they say.
Ah fuck,
I’m older than I’d like to be,
But I’m grateful for the day.© Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon 