One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle of gin sitting huddled over the two-bar electric fire and wrote a poem, one of the few that has lasted through the moves and the years. It is called 'Where Can I Go?'If this is not the place where tears are understood where do I go to cry? If this is not the place where my spirits can take wing where do I go to fly?If this is not the place where my feelings can be heard where do I go to speak? If this is not the place where youll accept me as I am where can I go to be me? If this is not the place where I can try and learn and grow where can I go to laugh and cry?
About This Quote
About Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind
Alice Jamieson, Today I'm Alice: Nine Personalities, One Tortured Mind.
Themes
- Sadness — Navigating grief, melancholy, and emotional depth