A six out of ten
That is how I use to feel back then
When , the rain would pour and leave me sore
I become withdrawn

I shelter under an umbrella
To await a new dawn
But what for ?

Another broken promise
Another false phrase which would leave me grey
So I retreat back to the bay
Where I shall stay

This place has become my retreat
A place where I wait to discover my fade
I can’t continue in this stale mate
I need to retrace
To find a new way
Otherwise things will stay the same

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About Rosie Burnham

Twitter: @Rosie_Burnham Blog: rosieburnham.com Huffingpost Blog: www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/author/rosie-burnham Very Loose Women (ResonanceFM): http://bit.ly/2l02xw3 Women's Health Magazine (Strong Minds Issue): https://www.pressreader.com/uk/womens-health-uk/20171201/282948155497339