This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Photo Prompt Lights.
Sue says to “use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 5th October” and link back to her prompt post at Thursday Photo Prompt #Lights#writephotowith a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of her post.
Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul
Fear had her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole
The lights twinkled on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stood silent rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away
Under this bridge ,damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, all she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dare.
Who would believe her who would care
Slowly as life slips away from her grasp
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.
Anywhere Evening News. Christmas Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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18 thoughts on “#writephoto Photo Prompt: Lights. ”
That is a sad story but its nice that someone wrote about it 🙂
Thank you Bee, I have written about addicts of all sorts and homeless , young and old. It is a subject that always worries me. ❤
Heartrending, Willow x
I always feel for addicts and the homeless .
There but for the grace of God…
Yes so true !
Thank you for sharing this, Willow. xo
Thank you for reading ♥
Painfully sad, but a fab poem. ❤ ❤
Thanks Tess not home yet but next week I hope to be posting more about France! No wi-fi was good but i am glad to have it back!!
So strong and so sad xx
Thanks Lynz a happy ending of sorts xcxx
Great piece. It seems that the picture brought out the sadness in a lot of us.
Yes sadly Christmas is not a good time for many?🙂thank you for reading xxx
Thank you Sue.