Keep writing

I sit in my house, feeling quite cold

My memory so clear but nothing resolved

I think of my life, my precious childhood

Remember what happened when I was involved

I learned how to swim, ride a bike and run

Write poems and stories and read so much

Rode horses, loved sheep, kept lots of mice

Loved cats and dogs which I just wanted to touch

It’s far far away, I’ve lost some memory

But writing is now, it’s me in recovery

I can think of my future and write all my thoughts

Ride a bike, love cats and dogs, climb up a tree

Just go for a drive, keep loving the country

Walk by a stream or climb up a hill

I’m at the top, I’m feeling I’m good

This feeling is mine, my perfect free will

So to keep me warm I must keep on writing

Poems, short stories, a novel or two

Writing is my future, my every day

To all those who read, thank you, thank you!