My life is an empty picture frame
Hanging by a fragile thread
Floating in stillness
Holding on to the constant wall
My saviour in the darkness
My supporter in the light
A rock, a crystal of imagination
An expanse of possibilities
The emptiness cannot hold one picture
Sliding through memories
Passing reminiscences of an old soul
One by one the pictures fade
Drawings of adventures
Like a rollercoaster going round and round
Melting slippery journey
They draw a path
One that will end one day
And the frame will find its purpose
Proof of my existence in this realm
Victoria Odey 