A day i cant forget
Even though it will come up again year after year, you survived the pain once and you can survive it and the memories again.
You must have been terrified. She is dazed, confused and bloodied. There will always be a day or days that leave a scar on your heart.
Memory loss means she can trust no-one, and with her assailant unidentified, Zeb is desperate to be reunited with her son Matty, and to ensure their safety. It feels brand new every time I see it on the news.
Thank you, Constance.
A day i cant forget
Great rhyming which incorporates the experience and very descriptive. What a horrible place for you to be when the tragedy occurred. How amazing and horrible at the same time. Constant Truth - Wow! There will always be a day or days that leave a scar on your heart. But also understanding and that these shitty, life-changing days do happen. Real, raw, honest, emotional stories. It has given me great raw and honest material. Her features have appeared in many newspapers, magazines and online with contributions to titles including You magazine, the Independent, Guardian, Financial Times, and Radio Times. It encompasses so many emotions. Thank you for hosting this contest. Thank you for the HM. That puch to let go of something and go for something new.
Thank you for the HM. From death, illness, divorce, and other tragedy, there is always something else, however small, that can be taken from those days.
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That puch to let go of something and go for something new. Thank you for reading. You did great at putting yourself in another persons shoes. It encompasses so many emotions. I love what you did here These stories have impact and show that life is so complex, complicated, and unforgettable. Meg Carter worked as a journalist for twenty years before turning her hand to fiction. I promise. But what will her search for the truth uncover? Thank you for sharing your personal experience, thoughts and artistic write. She is on the advisory committee of Women in Journalism. If baby you're the air I breathe 'Cause baby you're the air I breathe, oh no Oye mami We can't help without feeling you want me Holding the pillow I'm pretending is your body Is like I'm drowning underwater with my insights This the kind of pain that makes a man cry Holding it and keeping it cool So I be steady on my wreck I keep my mind over you But it ain't working, I'm missing you like a drug Is like I can't get back the air of my lungs That's why I'm telling. It feels brand new every time I see it on the news. It has given me great raw and honest material.
She is on the advisory committee of Women in Journalism. It has given me great raw and honest material.
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It helps us understand when we put ourselves into the shoes of those who experienced this tragedy. Some more mild and some so horrible they can be unimaginable. Thank you, Constance. And what if the person she can rely on the least… is herself? It feels brand new every time I see it on the news. On a cold evening Zeb, a single mum in her thirties, is found wandering aimlessly on a remote road. I hope I did this poem justice. Thank you for sharing your personal experience, thoughts and artistic write.
It takes time, scars will heal, but the mark will always be there.
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