I broke your spell.

Last night I broke your spell

And so now

I wish you luck in Hell

Because you’ll need it

Next time we meet

Last night I broke the chains

Of all that you had

Keeping hold of me

Last night,

I made a choice

To give up

So, I set myself free

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(27thJune 1993)

Like gold

Just like the shiny bands

You like to wear

On your hands

I represent something precious

Something to behold

Though you may not

See my worth as much

To many I am priceless

A rare commodity

Something to possess

I may not always

Shine as bright

Or be jewelled with

Diamonds or gems

That sparkle in the light

But my inner beauty

Is indeed a true sight

Just like gold

I am solid, I am real

I am meant to last

Until you forge me

Into hot liquid

That will run

Though your grasp

So just like the bands

That adorn your hands

I am pure gold

Remember that.

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(Friday 30thNovember 2018)

 

Three’s a crowd

The time has come

For me to be strong again

To summon up all my resources

In front of me

For too long

I have had trust in the wrong people

Those who would use my faith in them

Against me for their own gain

I have believed in these people

For the goodness I thought I had seen

But I was able to see their heart

Before it was too late

Before it was obscured

By false sincerity

I had believed what I heard

When they called me ‘friend’

I left a part of me wide open

So, they would always feel welcome

To share my heart

To share what was mine

 

I had not noticed

How my friends’ twin mate

Motivated by greed

Was getting greedier still

That he did not like

Our womanly liaisons

When we would make sense

Of all around us

De-mystifying any motives

He wanted the confusion

Of when we did not speak

He wanted to make me weak

He wanted to leave me in darkness

Surround me in his ignorance

With his army of gullible souls

He under-estimated the forces

I have of my own

He pooh-poohed the existence

Of my previous life

As if I were still foolish

As if my life had only just begun

The war is far from over

Yet no blood has been shed

It is a battle of wits

Of things that can be said

And so, I need summon my resources

For the fight that lies ahead

Because I know

I am on my own

And she is my friend

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(23rdFebruary 1993)

 

Letter Home

Dear Mum and Dad

How are things at home?

My days up here

Are quiet now

I have found the peace

I yearned

I grow and learn

More each day

I feel better

For doing things this way

I walked away before

Just to turn and walk back

I thought I’d run away

But I hadn’t

In actual fact.

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(27th April 1986)

 

Yes, there is a man again…

Yes there is a man again

Funny how these pages

Always seem to know

And stranger still

I know not what

He really does for me

He is gentle

And oh so tender

He is soft

And he is kind

And somehow he provokes

Something in my mind

He comes and he goes

And always touches

Something in my soul

He seems so close

Yet somehow far

Maybe he possesses

A tiny piece of my heart…

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

(4thFebruary 1991)

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