Biography
Ripening with age, I re found writing as a way of making sense of my mental health illness. Writing has become an obsession and a way of life now and I want to grow and share my ponderings. Crafter, baby potter, choir singer kidnapped by a lazy looney greyhound
Samples
In the midst of so much grief, so much loss Came a timid lanky brindle boy Abandoned, awkward and anxious Four spindly legs and the deepest darkest eyes Looking now for meaning and for purpose Searching for a family, a brood, a tribe Sheldon came in, lured by the squeezy cheese All three of us lost, looking for acceptance Dancing around about each other Venturing out on our first walk together A damaged soul reached out to us that day And our own damaged souls called right back Uneasy, nervous and cagey at first All of us restless, fearful and scared Slowly, slowly we found our way through Velma, Shaggy and Scooby dooby doo
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Blog entries by Ruth Guest
Tramlines (02/03/2025)
Blog link: https://www.writeoutloud.net/blogs/ruthguest
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