Sam Boreham
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I find writing a way of keeping me sane! After many a cloudy period with much contemplation and hair-pulling and frowning, I set the words free. I write more when I am feeling sad, probably because when I feel sad I need to work myself out of it and writing is the main thing that helps me – it is my catharsis, it is me. The words just won’t leave me alone!
Writing
I Have Not Left You (adaptation)
I am the whisper in the wind, / And the warmth in our sun, / The dark hues of the night, / The laughter in times of fun
Collision
Falling from the sky / The stars dimly lit above me / Raising from my grave / Life patterns frayed, not erased
I Have Not Left You
Do not fear I did not hear you / From on my hospital bed / I held your hand and felt your breath, / Heard every word you said
In The Wings
Butterfly performs her dying dance, / Her final night on the stage. / Listless wings applaud themselves, / This night is her resting place.
