soft rolling waves
brushing the shoreline
come hurling. warmth
that used to make
your blood boil makes you
recoil deeper
from all that you
have felt and long to
feel. digging deep
into the sand
to push it away,
you recoil
into yourself.
this was not part of
the plan; moving
to the city
to be part of the
scene, only to
find you’re constantly
sinking.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
