Turn Of Tide.

This is taken from a poetry book written by Shabeeh Haider. I think it is truly wonderful.


There is no joy the world can give; like that it takes away,
And now I know Lord Byron, what truth you wrote that day.
You’ll meet the person you loved, in that very, very place,
But the joy of days gone past, these days cannot replace.

The spark you lit inside my heart, has died with years of pain.
The love that flowed inside my veins, will no more flow again.
In days gone by, each time I looked, you took my breath away,
And the fire in my soul, it does not burn today.

Eyes full of tears, I held your hand, I said that I would die,
You said that people always part; just give your life a try.
You turned away and as you left, that hurt was something new,
In life, no one should feel that pain, O Lord I pray to you,

Years and years have passed us by; I’m not what I had been,
How I built my life again, if only you had seen,
And now you clasp my hand and say, without me you will die,
I turn away and say to you, please give your life a try.

(From The Book, A VAGABOND HEART, by Shabeeh Haider)


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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