Monday, 6 July 2009


Photo by scoobymoo

I miss a lot of things. A huge amount. Innumerable. Far too many to mention. Too personal to mention. But of all those things, do you know what I miss the most?

My sparkle
(and no, that's not a euphemism)

Of all the things I love about myself (and there are some, despite my moaning) it was my crowning glory. My spark. My wit. My spunk (again, no euphemism, stop sniggering). The fact I could laugh in the face of pain. My unfailing ability to look on the bright side and always hope for better, always hope for happiness. Only, it's been taken. Taken by mistrust, by lies, by hurt, by confusion. And I don't know how to get it back.

But I will. I will not be beaten. Not this time. Or ever again.

This time baby, i'll be bulletproof...