A torrent, and a tyrant, and a flying blade of ice,
With the handle so far below me I can’t hear the screamed advice.
A vicious price to pay. A malicious form to sign.
If the fire doesn’t burn you, just sign on the dotted line.

Freaks and friends, and common sense.
An open book.
A lesson leant.
Forget all the noise and clutter,

Then forget the line.

The line is bent.

I need time
To be normal again —
If I can ever be the way I was

I need time
For those thousands of emotions to settle —
If they can ever settle  

I need time
To not cry
To beat the sadness
To sleep well —
And not to wake up with an aching heart

I need time
For my mind to clear
To function logically

I need time
To smile again
To tell you that everything is okay

Because it’s not okay
I am not okay

So don’t tell me to move on just now
Don’t tell me to not hold on to the past
Don’t tell me this and that

Because I loved deeply
And I love deeply

Because I am grieving —
And though for someone, it may be one less person in a world of over 8 billion people
To me, she was my mother, my world

Harry the hedgehog and Sammy the Snail, lived together, in harmony, in the garden of a cottage called THE LAST TRAIL.

The owners of the cottage were indeed very nice. They were always putting out food for squirrels, hedgehogs’, snails and of course mice.

By day Sammy would pull his head inside his shell, which Sammy found kept him warm, very well.
Harry would pull his body in tight, making himself into a small ball.  

Together Harry and Sammy would wait for night time to fall.
They would stay this way all through the day. Hidden and safe, with nothing to say.

When night time came, Harry would extend his body and shuffle his feet, wriggle his nose and walk down the path to his own rhythm and beat.

Sammy the snail would pop out his head and slide and glide along the garden path, swerving from side to side.

Together they would make their way to the vegetable bed where the owners of the cottage left some milk and soggy bread.

‘Yuk!’ thought Sammy, in his mind the owners, they weren’t being very kind.

Harry though he would stay and devour the meal while Sammy made his way to something that held better appeal.

Whilst Harry took his time consuming the soggy bread and milk. Sammy’s food choice was of another ilk.

Sammy made his way to the cabbages where he used his thousands of tiny teeth to strip the goodness from the leaves.

Bellies full Harry the Hedgehog and Sammy the snail made their way back home, leaving behind them a silvery trail.

They settled for the rest of the night, happy in each others company, waiting for tomorrow’s twilight.

When they would wake again and make their way to the vegetable bed to fill their tummies before returning to their own safe beds.