chel scott

poem by chel scott

And, she stands alone, she whispers to her past, 'you cannot hurt me now, for I am free at last'. And, she stands alone, proud, and stronger now, a fresh start, now begins, where pain is not allowed. Read more

poem by chel scott

Old age, it creeps up slow, then BAM!! It attacks with might, grey hairs, weak bladder, dodgy knees, you may as well give up the fight. Another wrinkle, or maybe two, it might not seem that bad, then you notice your memory goi... Read more