“We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real”…. JB
Hello.. how is everyone?
It feels good to be back here.
Thank you for the messages of support that we received both Privately and blog posts. On a gloomy day the kind words written were much-needed and gratefully received.
Lincoln has just this week started to take a few steps by himself. It has been a long road to recovery and we still have a way to go yet.
He is the bravest little boy I know and I am so proud of the way he is dealing with everything
He broke his femur in July closely followed by yet another break, his tibia this time early September
The poor little lad hasn’t been mobile for nearly 6 months and that’s been tough for a 4-year-old who’s trying to integrate with new friends at school from the confines of a wheelchair
However when Santa arrived on Christmas day he must have known the terrible time that Lincoln had endured as he certainly got spoiled this year.
So a great Christmas and New year was had by Mr and Mrs darkestangelica and the three little angels.
We enter into 2013 with positive attitudes as always and a glimmer of hope that the new treatment Lincoln will be starting in March will at least reduce his fracture frequency, strengthen his bones and (fingers crossed) be more him to be independently mobile for longer periods of time allowing him to be given a chance to experience kicking a ball and playing Tag in the playground with his friends,
Enjoy what we all take for granted at times.. Have some FUN!!
My intention is to start writing again real soon. I have missed my alter ego and I’m enthused by the prospect of her return.
Wishing you all a very Happy and Healthy New Year.
~~ Keep writing and keep smiling ~~
Stand on me see if I flinch
Stab me see if I fall
Any self-worth left in me
I have ‘on my own terms’ set free
It’s of no use to me anymore
If I’m honest it was wasted
on me before
Dont think that you’ve won
This is nowhere near over
I’m far from being done
A desire for perfection
Intelligent fists throb to the beat
The day pulsates..
For the scars no longer visible
The scars that run too deep
I await the day of reckoning
deserved wrath I know I’ll reap
Sex is like Water you drink then you’re done
quenching a thirst then renders it numb
Locked in a cage no one jails me
I’ve chosen to stay and not run
ln perfect rhythm the beat goes on
beats all of us..
Voices in my head recall the life
I could have led – should have led
Systematic delusion is cause – most insane
Events can occur that I’m unable to explain
Yet in the cold light of day are really quite simple –
straight forward to convey
Sadness weighs heavy
head begins to wilt
Aches that pang – Fuel emotion
Senses are awoken once again
An overpowering sense of guilt
Which way is it I turn
Away from the lessons that I’ll never learn
Darkness starts to fall
– Reality bites –
An habitual response a routine call
Built inevitably to break
addicts are weak
By the bitter pill I now take