All night it seems, I have deliberated over whether I have taken the right path to whatever it is my destiny has provided me. Must I continue with the teaching dream or become a writer therefore changing my course to Creative Writing. I passed English Literature with flying colours however disappointed with the teaching module I participated in and the A's and B's soon dried up under the pressure I exerted myself in doing my Literature providing little time or patience for anything else let alone another module. Bottom line is, I think people find me too complex and do not understand the mindset I find myself in which to be fair neither do I which isn't ideal for someone who wishes to teach deaf children. They need authority and assistance in their developments not a person who confuses them.
By the way, I have a new blog http://tinnitusawarenessuk.blogspot.com/
I found writing a poem strangely helpful in letting the mind rest. Worth remembering though, that I do not claim or wish to be a poet and in fact I've just wrote this poem below in the last 5 minutes. It's the first in almost 8 years for no apparent reason other then to distract myself from attending the laundrette or facing my dilemma's . It's hardly technically spectacular also devoid of a consistent rhythm but more reflecting the mood I find myself in however that little flicker of hope remains as life tends to explain itself and I'm sure you can relate to that.
It’s that stage in life where you are struggling to see the light,
Which path to take,
Who can one trust in life’s never-ending gripping fight?
With all the acquainted who take to you to places where women dressed rather risqué,
Distractions and complications that they are,
Lips smouldering, attentive eyelashes long and usually fake,
Full of confidence thus when you meet at the crowded bar,
With their eyes strictly placed on you whilst you ask yourself are you worthy?
A thousand thoughts occur; you wish to buy her a drink perhaps a cocktail if she is lucky,
The answer is as clear as the pleasant blue skies you overlook,
Draped in her loving arms the very next day,
Yes you are siree.