The jacket of stability tightly wrapped around me, concealing my unkind hurt. Then the cruel winter’s wind of remembrance decides to rise, it enters the tiniest seam, it finds its way underneath the confined layers.
The ruthless cold shakes my being, flooding me with memories, reminding me of the days I walked naked, freezing to death by my consuming pain.
The merciless wind might make you realize how far you’ve come, give you a renewed gratitude of your survival.
But it also reminds you of an agony that no being should ever have to encounter, and that although some aches can well be sheltered, they will never be completely forgotten.
Writer, always Wife and Mother first. Perfect is overrated, I am flawed and yet loved. Now that I don’t chase perfection, I can chase my dreams.
I have completed a "Write a Novel" course in 2015 through S.A. Writers’ College and passed with a distinction. I also completed the Copy-Editing and Proof-reading course through them in March 2016.
My first Manuscript of 60 000 words has been written and currently seeking a publisher.
I have been writing poetry since I was 14 and the reason/inspiration behind all my writing is a stand against women abuse. It is a cause that I hold close to heart.
Something that started as an outlet for feelings too ghastly to speak about has turned into my passion.