You hide joy in my pockets

Of my mind

That I sometimes find

Years later.

You help me know the way

However hard it looks

And you nod & nudge me on

When I’m plodding solidly

And cannot fly

With mud caked boots.

You breathe unsucked air on me

When I gasp for life.

You go deep

When I’m too shallow

You go up for air

When I’m too deep

Knowing I’ll follow.


I found this poem mysteriously in a plain word file hidden in some very old files on my computer while I was looking for something else. I have no idea where it came from or why it was there. I have no recollection of writing it, or seeing it before.

But now I have found it, I love it and I wanted to share it with you.

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  1. How very intriguing and what a beautiful poem. I was captivated by a poem on the underground this morning: ‘And if i speak of Paradise’ by Roger Robinson.

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