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 ~~ 

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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

Sun rises
Day breaks
Seeking redemption
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 me..
beats you..
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
obsessively reminded
By the bitter pill I now take

Obviously due to our recent family events I have not had the time to put pen to paper although my mind has been rather overactive with expression and emotion.

I would like to share something with you all that I know you will appreciate and understand my reasons for wanting to post such an expressive piece of writing

The following poem was written by my eldest son (Daniel age 13) for the anger he said, the anger that hurt inside his chest watching his little brother having to endure so much already at such a young age and he feels so helpless as he cannot do anything to make it better for him.

I am so proud of you Daniel for the mature attitude you possess and the way you are so protective over your brother and sister they are lucky to have a big brother like you (who else would they use as a human climbing frame and annoy relentlessly with their constant chatter and cheeky behaviour) xx

*- Bullets bullets Everywhere -*

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Bullets bullets Everywhere

Bodies are flying and no one cares

The I.C Comes over and asks his squad ‘are you hurt?’

As a few men slowly die and keel over in the dirt

One man is injured this means diamond formation

A grenade flies in and blasts delta team out of creation

Only Charlie team is left so its split into two

As eight becomes four, there’s not much left to do

Charlie moves forward the enemy is near

They begin flanking, so they can disappear

‘Half of you move, the other half support’

Once they decided,  they put into action

what they’d been taught.

Once it had ended and the battle was won

Charlie came out on top, the enemy was done

Yet another win for the  U.K Army

This really is a great victory.

Bullets bullets were everywhere

Bullets were flying now everyone cares

Banners and flags, hanging from windows

The U.K’s lit up by everyone’s Zippo’s.

Daniel Babb (Age 13)