This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Friday, 21 June 2013

The storm has been raging for so long now
Pouring rain, crashing thunder, howling wind
Beating down on this lonely ship
searching for a place to call home
There was a time; it seems so long ago
The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky
Looking up from the bow into forever
A gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds
But the storm slowly moved in
A few scattered showers and thunderstorms
Days of downpour, flashes of lightning
with shelter so hard to find
Rainbows still shone, beacons of hope
in the unlikeliest places
Vibrant against a backdrop of gray
a glimpse at the best of times
As the years passed by
the storms changed, getting worse
getting better, and fading away
but they’d left their mark
A vessel is forever changed
when touched that way
and although you can rebuild
the damage has been done
terrible storms had been forecast
for the not so distant future
But they wouldn’t hit this ship
Not again, no more damage would be done
The ship will be protected now
lost no more, tossed about no longer
safe in a harbour to forever call home

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