Poet. World traveller. Moved from England to Cambodia. Might stay there. Not sure. You can read more of Saarah’s writing at eastwest_nomad

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
Poet. World traveller. Moved from England to Cambodia. Might stay there. Not sure. You can read more of Saarah’s writing at eastwest_nomad
Things which get my endorphins pumping – my kids (mom of two), coffee (green tea just doesn’t do), writing (find it a cathartic release), dancing
Like a flower kept from the sun Or an animal trapped in a cage Her growth was stunted No longer remembering how she got to
A well of loneliness A sump of despair These are the images When I imagine you not there Gone would be partnership Companionship and bliss
Cloaked under the endless inky canopy bordered with countless crystal sparkles a cool zephyr playing a haunting melody on guitar with the moon accompanying on the
Writer, poet, vegan-baker. Bi pride. Math grad. Smashing the patriarchy one glitter bomb at a time. You can read more of my writing on Instagram.
Deep in the well of loneliness it feels like hell It’s all a mess For no one’s there with whom to share your fraught-filled thoughts
Getting ready for work Bag on the table files filed long 10 denier black hose so fine makes legs look like swans dark and sleek
The thing that Furnwick found most curious about the Well of Loneliness – once he had searched half the world (it seemed) to find it,