Fiona writes with a black fountain pen,

she writes of loves lost

and gentlemen.

She writes when the rest of us are sleeping,

she goes out into the night,

at the midnight hour,

to feel the underworld  breathing.

 

 

She writes with her tears

and blood seeping.

She has mascara stained eyes,

with designer shades to hide,

the blood,

the tears,

the wounds,

the stains.

 

 

Yet Fiona has discovered an underworld,

where she feels,

she belongs,

where jealousy and hate,

have no place,

there is only love and tenderness.

 

 

Now she feels,

her life has just begun,

will no longer hide

and miss all the fun,

but revel in the beauty,

that has just begun.

 

 

Art work by my mum xxx.