All at Sea
Are you and me
No longer us
Just I, not we
All at sea
It was them or me
I didn’t fit
You didn’t see
All at sea
I’ wasn't me
Did what was
Expected of ‘she’
All at sea
I couldn't breath
You held your grip
You stifled me
All at sea
The wounds ran deep
And then with her
You laughed at me
All at sea
She made you see
That you were for her
And not for me
All at sea
There's no more ‘he’
Just empty dreams
An empty me
All at sea
I'm floating free
The tide has turned
It’s time to find me
About the Creator
Sam Derbyshire
Successful novelist, author bestselling What Goes on Tour, Text Me No Lies & new Trust Me, I’m a Personal Trainer. Mother of 3 big boys, wife to v patient husband, owner of Roxy. Positive ageing and attitude, observer of people.
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So three weeks since I first took the plunge, I am happy to report that I'm still going in and have only actually missed three mornings. It's become a ritual now and even though when I wake up, the prospect of a sea plunge isn't always instantly appealing, by the time I've walked through the fields, woken up, and warmed up, the sea dip halfway is now an essential part of the day.
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