I knew she would
End up a ....
That wasn't what he
Said before hospital.
When my sport
Was now a hobby.
He said I needed
To decide what I
Wanted to be.
I had a job
At the super market.
But he knew I
Had brains to do
Something completely different.
It was just for the paycheck.
And I was bored and
Not happy there.
But I wasn't like the
Boys around me,
Who all left school
At 15, straight to a trade.
If I hadn't chosen my art,
I think I would have
Been in medicine or
Health and social care sector.
After hospital I had
My heart set on writing
So my jobs,
Were always a means
To an end.
I didn't want to make
People sorry for
What they did.
To vilify or blame anyone.
I did have a story to tell.
I just wanted them
To say sorry for
Some really hurtful
Things they did and said.
I had the tenacity, the
Will, and a disciplined mind
To do the required research.
To suffer for my art.
I would just base,
It on my own experiences.
As I got older I realised
That a memoir,
Would inhibit my creativity.
I could write a novel.
I thought that I
Would need to appear
Educated. I would need
A degree to sell my story,
Or for any publisher
To take me seriously.