|Since last we 'met' I have had a very emotional roller coaster time. I have taken early retirement after nearly 19 years of nursing and moved with my husband Rod, who retired on the same day, to an American style retirement village. A new concept here in the UK.
It is a new build and therefore feels rather soulless and hollow hence the title...
I stand within the shadow of these walls
and feel the presence of hollow echoes;
I realise that now whatever befalls
me, the unknown, the surges of life's ebbs and flows
are at this moment shrouded in mystery.
Yet, I am at the edge, the brink of making history.
Like an unprinted page, an unwritten story,
the future stretches invitingly ahead.
A blank canvas in need of coloured glory;
untrodden snow awaiting my first tread.
Exciting paths which I can choose to follow,
then the echoes I leave no longer will be hollow.
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