Debbie Lyn

Biography

I've been a writer since I was teeny! Creative writing and poetry is my therapy and sees me through this bumpy road we call life! I live in Southport, Merseyside and my head resides firmly in the clouds. I'm an artist in most media's, but my poetry is something I'm only just starting to share now I have become a sobriety activist! Each time im triggered to take a drink, I drown my feelings in the page...feedback very welcomed hope you enjoy

Samples

Filling in the gaps..... I built a house of sticks, I smiled at the familiar shape, I was comforted by the feel of it as I walked around. My mind projected rose tinted images of a future I had seen somewhere before...slowly I recall it was in a story, a fantasy of happily ever after. I noticed the house made of sticks, although pleasing to the eye, and decorated with promise, deceptively distracted an untrained eye from the obvious gaps between each stick. The sun shone through the gaps and warmed my face, shadows danced on the floor as trees from the garden swayed ever so slightly in the whisper of a breeze Pure beauty, heart filling, and seemingly endless......until one day The weather changed. The rain showered through. The wind forced it’s way through those gaps, bringing with it more rain from every direction. I stood in the house of sticks for as long as I could stand waiting, willing the dancing sunshine to return, hoping the sticks would hold steady. But the sticks bent and broke, all that remained were mere memories of the dancing sunshine and the vague subconscious illustration of my happily ever after I walked ahead, I began again As I walked and as I planned, people saw my clothes were saturated, they noted my smile was absent, and my spirit was broken. Some asked questions, others answered the questions before the words left their lips... others, lots of others said I should have rebuilt my house of sticks, even though it would still have gaps. I was ridiculed and belittled by all those others who stood in their stick houses, with the most beautiful sunshine beaming in from heaven above! “Stay at our stick houses, build another house of sticks, come enjoy the sunshine....” Cold, wet, disheartened and weak I rebuilt my house of sticks. I tried to recall that feeling, the warm familiar feeling, I tried to draw a picture of perfect in my mind. But all I felt was empty and all I saw was black, I knew a storm was coming, like it always does. I heard the pitter patter, the warning drops were here “These sticks just will not hold for long” I warned with an authoritative voice, and suggested we leave our stick structures to search for a solution.” They are pleasing to the eye of a passer by, who knows nothing of the weak relationship each stick has with it’s neighbour, but unless we close the gaps the rain will get in again and again” The people of the stick houses stayed as I ventured on to escape the inevitable. I heard a thud behind me. I stopped and turned inquisitively as something very hard hit me with force. Pain surged through me, blood began to race to the open wound the hard thing had impacted, shock, anger, disbelief. Not for long though...hard things from all angles began firing mercilessly at my body As the blood pooled at my feet and I looked at the anger and disbelief of the others, the attackers... I knew what I needed to do I gathered together the hard things, the unknown weaponry from the stick house gardens, I breathed through the pain and focused on my vision of a new house, a sturdy house, without gaps. It didn’t look quite like the ‘happily ever after’ house had done. It wasn’t a vision I had seen before, and it filled me with an uneasy feeling....Not one of warmth or comfort. This house shall be made of weapons, sent to me from the others, who’s purpose was to hurt me. I will build it high and fill every gap with the blood I have shed at my attackers request. When the blood dries and the storm comes, this time I shall stay dry. My house of stability won't need to be decorated, no distraction is necessary, for the beauty will lie within it’s simplistic honesty The weapons I shall call ‘Bricks and the blood I shall know as ‘mortar’ and when the sun shines I shall embrace it’s dancing warmth, and when the weather changes I can withstand it with ease. I will stand proud in my house of bricks and I will be happy at Race Hurry, hurry, hurry We have to hurry up, There's no time to chat, so please shut up! Rush, rush, dash Were going to be late, Running low on time So eat what's on your plate! Find your shoes, find your bag Just grab what you can! We can talk about that later I think it's time we ran! How did you enjoy your day? I miss you when your gone, Let's have some time together Before the day is done! I'd love to see your picture I'd love to hear your song, Just let me make some tea I'm sure it won't take long! Ok I'm nearly ready now Just wait a minute more, While I quickly tidy up the room And sweep the kitchen floor! It's bath time now let's quickly go Before its time for bed, Wash your hair, wash your face Then tell me what you said! I can see your very tired And mummy's tired too! Let's chat instead tomorrow It's sleeping time for you!

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