I will live


I will live

where I can see the stars,

taste the rain,

hear birds sing,

and water run,

and smell the sweet scent of dog roses.

I will live

where the cold bites,

and the sun bakes,

and draughts sweep beneath the door,

where the water’s cold,

the walls aren’t true,

bathed in sunset’s golden hues,

and the night is silent, no music roars.

There will be no laughter over the wall,

no barbecue on summer nights,

no passing cars,

no evenings out,

no train,

no tram,

no car,

no road.

It will be hard to run from bed across cold flags,

to splash cold water on my face,

and dream of steam and hot water gushing.

But I will live.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “I will live”

    1. 🙂 You know, I’ve only ever seen that expression written down and only occasionally. First time was on the Picmonkey graphics sight and I assumed it was a typo for something unfathomable.

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