A new scene for me

No more moping & whining for me.

No more unleashed sorrow.

The ride of pain is too long.

I may miss the flyways, the green light signal.

Stopping always at a roadblock.

So someone scold me please, if I do this again.

I'm not a bitter, cynical soul and don't want to start now.

I must stride on to a rainbow, however idealistic that may sound.

I want to finish my dinner party play.

Collect my poetry for a chapbook before it eludes me

as it did once before and then it would be some years

before the poetry returned.

(So a poetry chapbook then which is easy because I already have several poems.)

And get myself a book contract - whether it's adult fiction or non-fiction, or children's, it doesn't matter.)

And if I can manage these 3 things,

the theatre, my poetry and a book - adult's or children's)

I should be feeling pretty pleased.

My resolutions for next year.

And also,

I'd like to study philosophy which I'd been mulling on for a long while now

and return properly to the classics and literature - my life belts.

And then my world will shine like a mirror again.

Yes, it will shine.