The Bells of Life, by Danny Kemp



In the near distance a church bell rings,

The same nightly tune before the chorister starts the hymns,

The church stands for tradition and for what some believe.

The bell signals a place of peace, where one can grieve.

Religion and beliefs give solace to some.

For other’s it’s insurance for when the fatal day does come.

Life changes are not only restricted to when one is dead.

Paths that are lived can be twisted, then down new ones one is led.

Each twist can feel like death from endless slashes of a knife

Whilst down others, there are opportunities to begin a new life.

As the solitary bell now strikes its dulcet ring,

Are you walking the path of your own choosing?

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.




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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4 Responses to The Bells of Life, by Danny Kemp

  1. chika2b says:

    in the path of our own choosing
    no longer blind, deaf, dead nor loosing
    we find solace to be company
    and some company as solace
    for in this life that we are given
    if go step 1-2, be driven
    all the darkness once alive
    fades accordingly, survive
    and when we choose to leave the rumble
    we indeed breath, live, perceive I must be humble
    for another chance is given
    to achieve and remain driven
    a fate few will ever deal
    and for us writers and poets, it becomes thankfully real

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    Very good, Chika!

  3. janetcate says:

    Great. I am happy to say I am choosing my path now and it feels empowering.

  4. Danny Kemp says:

    I’m pleased that you’ve found it, Janet.

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