Stirring

Theo’s on form ranting and raving
I can see him through the window
Animated arms waving
Marais has a giant invisible spoon
Stirring away in the heat of the noon
Bronwyn’s torn between laughter and tears
I empathize with her obvious fears
That she’ll be stuck listening to them for hours
Caught between two warring powers

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victoriabruce

I write because I have to. It is a compulsion. I do it to vent, to laugh and to remember. I blog because it has been so long since I had to write with a pen that my hand would go into cramp if I tried to write a journal.

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