Somewhere

Sometimes in the midst of a situation leaving seems impossible for whatever reasons. There is no judgement here. But most of all stay safe!

Peace can be found in dreams

A world of fancy delusion

A sanctum of seclusion

Escape there from the screams

Away from

Love that turned sour

Eyes that glower

Mouth that venom spits

Lips that deceive with a kiss. 

Serenity in a corner of my mind

A world I can create

Love is there not hate

A place to be tender, kind

Away from

Love that oppresses

A mind that possesses

Teeth that flesh, tear and gash

Hands that bones, break and smash.

Solitude in the hearts recess

Fantasy is the key

To this sanctuary

This ethereal wonderland of peace

For now

This is it

This is my quiet place

This is where I can be who I am

One day this will be my reality.

There is help out there, please take that step. YOU are WORTH it. 

Amanda Mair

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Who was that man?

A few years ago working in the city centre of Belfast I often passed a homeless person sleeping in a doorway. It prompted to me write this poem.

Who was that man I passed today?
Slumped in an abandoned doorway
Alone, unkempt, dirty even.
Alcohol, urine, blood and death reeked to heaven.
Who was that man I passed today?
A down and out or tramp?
A drunk, a loser, a bum?

Was he that father who once played football in the park with his kids?
Or pushed them on the swings?
Did he wipe their tears and runny noses, read them adventure stories?

Was he that husband who once brought home on Fridays red roses for his wife?

Or curled up on the sofa and stroked her soft hair?
Did they talk of their great plans for the future , whisper sweet nothings?

Was he that son a mother once was so proud of on the day he was born?
Or bounced him on her knee and curled him into her breast?

Tucked him in at night, planted butterfly kisses on his ruddy cheek, sang sweet lullabies?

Who was that man I passed today?
Slumped in an abandoned doorway
Alone, unkempt dirty even.
Alcohol, urine, blood and death reeked to heaven.
Who was that man I passed today?
A lover a husband, a father?
A friend, a brother, a son?

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Amanda Mair