I thought of what I may write to explain how I have felt and where I have 'been' but I cannot find the expressions. I am convinced there should be a poet inside me somewhere, but I cannot string two thoughts together half the time... so I mostly end up rambling. As the great Mark Hollis said: "Before you play two notes, learn how to play one note. And don’t play one note unless you’ve got a reason to play it". So just let me say: I am grateful to my family, to my friends, and to my clients who have had to be so patient. It is good to be back. Thank you.
Sound on:
Like a harbour sings to the concrete
Like the highway rolls in your childhood dream
I'm a wild abandoned ray of heat
And I'm coming for you like a stampede
I'm coming for you like a driving rain
I'm coming for you like a storm unchained
I'm coming for you like a third refrain
In a heavy heart there's a sea of light
Secret until dead of night
Where the deeper meanings dare to fight
And I'm coming for you like a voice inside
I'm coming for you like a final round
I'm coming for you like a tempted hound
I'm coming for you like fury and sound
I'm coming for you like the world's on fire
I'm coming for you like a gospel choir
I'm coming for you and I will not tire
Like a wizards peril far from home
Like a quivered arrow all alone
I'm a new born and I'm growing old
And I'm coming for you with a heart of gold
I'm coming for you like a driving rain
I'm coming for you like a storm unchained
I'm coming for you like a final round
I'm coming for you like a tempted hound
I'm coming for you like the world's on fire
I'm coming for you like a gossip gospel choir
I'm coming for you
by Amelia Curran, 2014 from 'They Promised You Mercy'