Anyway, I found myself turning to my grandad's bible for some form of comfort. I've been feeling lonely a lot lately, because work's becoming a bit of a hassle. I'm being made to feel guilty for feeling happy, and I was worried I was going to start losing faith, or stop seeing the lights in my life. Seeing the photo of my Grandad and I in the bible that was handed down to me made me feel less like I have no worth.
I had to remind myself that even through the darkness, and the bitterness that people try to put me through, there's always a silver lining and a light on the other side. I just can't let their darkness get to me, or let their darkness win.
So I wrote this poem.
I think technically, it's two poems, but I liked the idea of them both being linked together.
Interestingly, I actually took that photo of the area of which my Dad had placed some of my Grandad's ashes into at Rhyl. The whole area of Towyn/Rhyl holds such significance to family tradition and my heritage that it really does just feel like home. I miss it. I really do feel a strong kinship to that area. It's full of such history in general too, and some of the most beautiful of walks. Absolutely astounding.
Also, I should note that I've been feeling a particular call to the sea just lately. It's like I'm less afraid of taking the leap into hope.
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