Am I the briefest glimpse of eternity
Cold winds of ancient time
Am I the slight of hand?
Magic that you cannot see
Am I the heart the beats
The soul of what's gone by?
Streams of tears time has dried
Am I the intricate web of progress?
Secrets that you find
Am I the infinite rule?
That does not bend or break
Am I the eve that turns to day?
The light that chases fears away
Am I the air you breathe?
All secrets that you hold
Am I your destiny?
Or am I life, life untold
About Me
- jamiemccoy
- I was born in London.I started to experiment with drugs at the tender age of 11. My mother was a registered drug addict, and stepfather was a weekend binge drinker. I went to a secondary modern school when I was not stoned or asleep - always sat at the back of the class as it was thought I had learning difficulties and was disruptive. I left school not being able to read and write. A regular user of amphetamines and cannabis which progressed over the years to heroin. By the time I was 21 I was a full time addict and homeless. I begged and stole to feed the habit and by the time I was thirty six I'd been to prison - even when I was released I struggled to keep any accommodation because of drugs. I was 48 when one Christmas I had an epiphany. No plan just a crazy idea and decided enough was enough. I threw the bag of heroin I had just brought into the Thames and has been clean ever since. I have also learned to read and write and have written and produced my own books of poetry. I have also written a children’s book and am now writing a play even though I've has not actually seen one! The day my life changed was the day the Thames got stoned instead of me.
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