A Poem Two Weeks in the Making

After the Girlguiding AGM yesterday, and a session of packing for my house move today (not to mention making plans for the exhibition mentioned in my last blog post) I seem to have run out of time this weekend to write an informed and researched blog for you. Hopefully the blog will follow later in the week, but for now here's a poem that I wrote in stages over the last couple of weeks while trying to process my emotions around some of the things that have been in the news:

Tell me there’s hope,

Tell me there’s joy to be had

At some time or some place in this world

Yet to be found.

Tell me there’s a time,

When I won’t have to break

Out of this box or out of this mould

Just to be me.

I read the papers,

I hear the headlines.

With blood-thirsty eagerness,

They tear at my soul.

For one single moment,

Please don’t define me

With your misconceptions,

I just want to be me.

Let me be me.

I can imagine

The top of the mountain

The journey to stand

With the world at my feet.

I want to follow

In the footprints of giants,

Tracking their route

To that land that is free.

For a land that is free,

Is the place I can be,

The me that is me.