Strong or weak?

I realised that I was different long before I went into the children’s home. Didn’t really help that my dad was Jamaican, and my mum from sunny Saint Annes. The sense of abandonment soon reared its ugly head. Trust, loyalty, Read more…

Tap tap tap

I sit there quietly, thinking about the past – emotionless and unreachable – snap of the fingers – no response – an empty vessel. I am some where else…thinking . If I had gone out that night when I stayed in. If Read more…