This was a dream from last which I think was triggered by bumping into somebody I used to work with. She has retired from the care home I used to work with. I feel a bit too exhausted to try and make this short dream to make it over the 600 word count requirement from Vocal, so I will convert it into a poem so it will will automatically pass the filter and I feel like writing a poem because the imagery felt nostalgic and daunting at the same time.
People assume because I am single
That I am free to pair up with whoever
People assume because I have male friends
That I share a bed with all of them
People assume because I’ve lost weight
I have become beautiful and free
I wander into my old workplace
The purple is replaced with greys
an old lady in a nightie is scared
different places and worn out faces
they tell me to come in and have a chat
maybe they want me back
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Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham3 days ago in Fiction
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I love this poem thank you for sharing 🦋🦋🦋🦋