What actually happened?

When all seems lost, often a bitter after-taste wells up in the back of your throat reminding you of past mistakes… and how different it would be without those horrible decisions.

Those hat are blessed/cursed with KNOWING will understand…

A poem of pain held within.

The reign of Henry Tudor and his six wives has fascinated me since I learnt about it at school. His treatment of his first wife Catherine was terrible.

My husband passed away in 2000, I went through two years of depression after his death. Then in 2002 I wrote this piece as part of my healing.

Thinking aloud, I caught myself murmuring these words.

This song is about letting go. You are held to your word to yourself that you wont do something or see someone. You are at a loss and don’t exactly know what to do. A person with a past that never seems to end, in the end he is consumed by his own desires.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think of my work. It would be very much appreciated.

Carrying a chip on your shoulder.