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THE MYSTERY OF SOMEWHERE

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She is going somewhere, but where did she say? She's off to some place, going out for the day. But where—where has she gone? She did tell me. If I did not know, she wouldn't have said where. Was it somewhere near or far away? And now she's gone to that place—the exact place she mentioned to me. While I sit here reminiscing, trying to jog my memory. She's gone off somewhere. I hope she has a lovely day, wherever that might be. I might go there someday—who knows when that will be? I'll travel to that place she visited today, if it appeals to me. A place with joy and pleasure, somewhere just to get away. I'll know if she enjoyed it by the returning smile on her face. I'll know if she didn't enjoy it by the frown on her face. Wherever she's gone, I'm still right here. The exact spot where we said hello, nice day. She's gone off somewhere, and I've not moved from here. I've spent wasted time pondering, staring into space, about where she s...

LESSONS FROM THE TRAY

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LESSONS FROM THE TRAY:  by Sarah Joy Holden Sarah is a dedicated woman of faith, frequently wrestled with material possessions. She believed that such belongings were essential for her acceptance in various social circles. Constantly fluctuating between secular beliefs and Christian values, she sought to blend the benefits of both worlds. Yet, she began to sense a profound internal shift brewing beneath the surface. With time, her indecisiveness became more unsettling. One day, while Sarah was in her room contemplating her recent personal trials, she recalled a creative project she had undertaken with friends. Suddenly, to her surprise, as she lifted her gaze where she was surprised to find Jesus standing before her, carrying a tray. “Bless him,” she thought, he’s brought me in a cup of tea. I do hope he’s remembered I don’t take sugar and drink it from the left. Without saying a word, Jesus stepped into the room, avoiding the shopping bags on the floor, she had carelessly dropped...

NOTHING CAN STOP HER

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Journaling and poetry helps helps us process feelings, reduce stress, and gain clear perspective on everyday problems. These two aspects are my strengths and creative outlets. People have been asking me through this season am I still able to write and write poetry. The answer is definitely yes, just because im going through cancer treatment hasn't stopped me, infact its kept me going. I might have taken a different route but once a poet always a poet. I write almost daily about and through this journey both indirectly or directly.   But through this experience and experience of posting on line I'm not more aware. I have been the victim of people stealing my words and claiming them as their own. I have experienced the critics cruel side of pulling my words apart. But such things I have learned to overcome, now being cautious where, when and I share my creative inner thoughts.  Through this season I write about the good days and the bad days. I started at the beginning ...

NHS APPRECIATION

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People call out Shropshire & Telford NSH and give it a bad name. Yes Shrewsbury has its faults like many NHS hospitals and services. Its a countrywide issue let down by previous governments.  Yes it only a stetched system that is broken. Broken by the previous government which the current government is trying too mend. Please give them a chance. Over the last 10 months the care and professionalism of its staff during my treatment has been phenomenal. At all the three main hospitals across Shropshire. Even if they do like sending lots and lots paper in envelopes. I am seeing first hand the sheer exhaustion on their faces, but when they are one to one with patient they give 100% dedication with a smile on their faces.  Yes they might make errors, but we have appreciate the pressure our NHS is under. I'm not making excuses for the nursing staff and consultants. I have seen the pain family and friends have gone through when mistakes have been made. But we're all human and we a...

CHRIST IS MY FIRM FOUNDATION

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So, how do you explain to everyone what's been going on. How do you explain something that is so personal but can help face the circumstances. The only way I thought was jumping back on the blog and try and explain. Blogging is now not one of my creative priorities. I'm trying to give it up. Do I need to explain every detail, every pain. Feel free to skip this if you don't want to hear. You may need tissues for this one  So, I have just done chemotherapy round two, 6 days ago. And i kid you not it has been a tough and extremely painful week. But i was warned session two and three are the worst weeks of your treatment and boy they weren't wrong. There were times this week where I had reached my limit. It got me asking alsorts of questions and numerous doubts. I'm not going to pretend that cancer and chemotherapy has definitely felt like has smacked me in the face this week. Since first leaning of my diagnosis I've never been in denial, daily listening to other st...

HOW LONG MUST IT TAKE

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Writing a poem can take any thing from a few seconds to several years, depending on the poet's process, the inspiration, and the level of editorial tweeking desired. There is no "right" amount of time, as some poems arrive almost fully formed, its the 3am remembered and written syndrome.  When Refining a poem this usually takes significantly longer, with poets often spending days, weeks, or months revising, swapping words, and adjusting the rhythm. The pile on method is where many poets keep a "pile" or "drawer" for poems, letting them rest for months before returning to fix them.If a poem is born from a sudden burst of emotion, it may take only minutes, while quieter, more considered pieces may take I can identify with this, as many of you have witnessed over the years I've been. Speedy speedy I'll get it down, press that little button that shares it to the world, then I'll find errors and constantly be editing and the essence of the word...

PATIENCE - PART TWO

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Welcome to part two, thanks for your time and patience in waiting  for part two.  This is the lovely bit, the poetry side of me.  PLAYING THE WAITING GAME  Written by Sarah Joy Holden ©️ Sixty seconds spent waiting More time will elapse wishing Whilst willing and expecting That one thing which is pending. Thinly our patience is growing How long are we kept hanging When time is hourly increasing Aging in our years whilst waiting. Our world is watching and waiting Waiting for what may be happening We're all waiting for that something With each season that is changing With a purpose and meaning Theres a reason we're waiting To face what we're repressing Our waiting could be a blessing. Everything around us is moving The nights turning into morning Someone will always be waiting For waiting in life is never ending. TESTING OUR PATIENCE Written by Sarah Joy Holden ©️ "Patience feels a daily battle Somedays we're good at patience Sometimes it requires practice Patience i...