Such a short time you have lived

many lessons you have learned.

Not yet adult but no longer child

stuck in limbo between what was

and what is yet to be.

Yet you must not stoop you have to stand tall

stand tall and grow strong through it all.

Many hard times are ahead

please don’t hide away in your bed.

Pull yourself up and say

look out world I’m coming for you today.

Do not fear do not pout

we are here to help you out.

life is such a precious gift

these tough times will soon drift.

Happiness will soon be found, past the horizon

just through that dark cloud.

Your mind will travel far and wide

but there is a light on the other side.

Please remember we burst with pride

to have such amazing girls at our side.

We want to scream and shout so loud

just look world at the adults we’ve found.

They have travelled far and wide

and beat off demons that clung to their side.

They have learned so much grown so bright

now they stand in a blinding light.

We knew they could we knew they would.

They’ve fought so hard and have become

all grown up now adolescence is finally



This Town

Thanks for joining me!

Here is a poem that I started writing a many years ago when I was around 17 and in an abusive relationship. I couldn’t even begin to realise exactly the effects this would have on my and my children’s lives!

Years later I finally got it down on paper for an e-book describing a day in the life of a Welsh Woman’s aid worker.

This Town
I’m just trying to get by in this town,
I think I’m going to die in this town,
I think people want to know me,
But they just want to own me.
I won’t be used like that,
I don’t care if I break my back,
When they try to pull me down, I’ll push back,
Push back till something snaps,
I’ll be standing tall in the midst of it all.
Without a scowl or a frown,
I refuse to be taken down,
But the day will come, the devil I will meet,
I’ll get knocked down right here on my street,
As all that I know is changed in a beat.
Eventually breaking point will be reached,
A time will come for me to weep,
My body will tremble as my mind grows weak,
But I shall never let my soul be breeched.
By Rebecca Coombs.