This my tenth anniversary year and I well remember July 2005 because of the London bombings, the chemo was done and radio was just beginning. Now I am far from those days, and yet summer will always remind me…
Stopped crying,
Still shaking,
Stopped lying,
Still braking.
Stopped coping,
Still hoping,
Stopped dying,
Still faking…
Unreeling,
A feeling,
Still dancing,
Advancing…
Still fragile,
Still agile,
Still chancing,
Still got style…
Still wishing,
Fate fishing,
Thanks giving,
Still living….
