Eva Signoret, contributor

It started as a dream
Tickets and relentless joy
Glorious green and seas 
I met me and saw the sheep 

Just a half hour away from you and i think:
“Are you my remedy?” 
I’ll be waiting 
Reading 
Sleeping 
Keep on believing 
Waiting…

What can i say 
I paid the price 
Up front and didn't even take the receipt 

Because that's what it means to me 
A life with you 
A day of play 
A pebble for every thought and not one lost 
A shell for the ones i thought of in that moment 
I wanted to give one. Leave one with you 
A piece of me to you

Hands with rings and a neck with a meaning around it 
What should I have said? 
Because i never saw you 
Not even when i would look up and at you

Because i'm just a kid 
One still lost on this floating rock 
That we call home 
What is there to apologize for 
You kicked me out of the door 
And never looked back 

I haven't decided 
But i still cant get around it 
The berries and stone walls 
The breeze that cuts right through me 
I thought: “it must be lonely”
So please don't leave me 

There are roses all over this island 
And i cant get away 
How can I be in this place? 
Willingly here to face the storms and go diving 
Head first because it's just me
And you were never my friend 
What a mess in the scheme of it all?


Don't think you had a chance 
To nock any of these walls down 
They are clear and all over
Bright and in the open 
Where i hide them 
Making you wonder is where i see the light

Because that's what this all means 
Sick and twisted 
Fun and dier 
I told them about you 
Grinning with fists of fury 
Holding my two truths 
That's the only way 
Way out 
To achieve this thing i call a dream

Words are big and have meaning. I wanted to write this poem in mind of my journey here in Northern Ireland and tie in who I am back home. We all have worries, doubts and insecurities. I write to make sense of all the loose and tangled strings in my mind… I hope reading this can bring some comfort of the shared human experience, because sometimes all we need is a reminder we are all in this game… together. I have been writing since high school and being a member of the Poetry and Meaningful Writing Club (PMWC) at Augsburg it was brilliant to find people who also try to make sense of this world through a pen and paper. To all the other kids out there who are adulting and to the adults who miss being a kid.