Poetry, short stories and other writings

Interducing myself as a person and writer. Although writer is in the title, I wouldn’t call myself writer because I not published but I have been writing for thirty years now with very little support as a special needs person, I’m nearly fifty - four now. Although, I do have a few qualifications, in creative writing A Way With Words Level one to three and Creative Communication Level one 2 credits, reading, writing and responding in Autobiography and Biography. My Autobiography and short stories, I started writing when I was twenty - three, poetry when I was twenty - seven, through a real ion ship break - up. I have had eleven poems published, one each in eleven books, then nothing else ever since but wrote loads of unpublished poetry ever since and short stories on and off. About me and family. My Mother’s name is Jane and she was not married when she had me so I have her maiden Gorman. My Father’s name is Malcom Marriott, he likes to be called Max rather than Malcom. My parents met in Bowling Alley 1968, which used be In Wolverhampton. My Dad had been chief in the Merchant Navy before he met my Mum, he was twenty -two, and Mum was sixteen. They lasted roughly twelve months then found out I was on in 1969. My moved to Saint Alb-arms in London, then he married. In 1978, my step then was born, then my Dad divorced sometime in the 80s. My Mum has been married twice but neither to my dad but that is okay as it was not to be. I was an only child until I was thirteen, which hated been only child but as my Dad and brother Jay weren’t in my life till I was twenty-one. My Dad did not come back to Wolverhampton till sometime in the eighties before, during or after Dad’s divorce. Holly is my sister from my Mum’s first marriage. My Dad had two children from another relationship Henry and Louise, who sadly both took their own lives in their twenties, Henry was twenty - four and Louise twenty eight. My Nan’s name was Letty. My great grandmother was Elizabeth Kendrick and my great Grandfather was Tom Kendrick. My Nan her daughter, was the eldest of eight, three have died one of them my Nan, five still alive as far as I know. My Nan was eight when the Second World War broke out. My great Grandfather made bombshells and great Granny Liz used to work a sewing factory in Wolverhampton. My Nan looked after her seven brothers and sisters while my great Grandparents worked. My great Grandfather was bald and thin and great Gran was plumb, Bonnie, turned in flame, light blue glasses and a head scarf, short curly hair. It was harder work back then as there were no microwaves, washing machines etc and they had to wash by hand. Money was also tighter. Many houses during the war were back to back with gas or coal fires and no central heating, where cold drafts used to blow up the doors, in the winter time. My great parents were only alive roughly my first five years of my life. I remember walking on my great Grandfather’s garden as I pulled out his plants so he made me my own garden patch. I treated it like a sand pit, as walked in it the one day and got my shoes and socks off, then got stung by a bee on my foot as I screamed and my great Grandad picked me up. My great Gran was a cleaner at the Express & star, she used to take me to work with her I a Silver cross Pram, as she dressed me in bonnets and bows in early seventies. My Mothers’ parents married in 1949, Letty and Ramsey Gorman, my Nan’s maiden name was Kendrick. She met my Grandfather was she was sixteen at dance at the Queen’s Ball room Wolverhampton and married. It was another marriage that ended in divorce. My Nan always said he’d just out the Army, then India and he was tall, dark and handsome but the marriage last twenty years. He was diagnosed schizoaffective, I think so many years before his death but before we were aware, my Gran had faced a bad marriage were he spent every penny in the pubs, betting, etc, always drinking, my Gran faced psychical abuse where my Mum and Aunt, used to cover their faces with the blankets and sheets to the sound of my Nan screaming. My Mum and Aunt had a brother who was born before them Tony who died of German Messes in his throat and fitted on his first birthday, my Uncle would have been about seventy three now, he was born May 1950. My Granddad’s Mum was name Fiall, she was Welsh and his Dad was Irish, his name was George Gorman and his Dad was German, as much as I know. She was from Swami, and he was from Dublin. They married in 1914,the star of world one. He either had business in Wales or the Midlands and met my great Grandmother. I guess Wales, they settled and married in Wolverhampton. My Granddad was the third of twelve. Sara Jane Gorman Mind over matter.  Thinking and thoughts is not seen but it can be heard if said. When being alone it is hard to know if anyone is feeling the same if not similar. Like you are thinking even over thinking in a lonely world, day and night. This can be whether is negative or positive thinking or both. Thinking can get too much it can be hard to sleep. The lights are off and everything is dark and you hear the clock tricking. Your mind is talking to you, over talking, overthinking. To like or love others. To love or and like someone you to like or and love yourself. Believe I am still learning even though I love someone and he loves me, I have friends too. When most people let  you down they put all the blame on you and no blame on themselves. It is human nature that it takes two to tango, we are all human, we all make mistakes but that doesn’t mean we are to blame or and not to blame for everything. Most people think they don’t do anything wrong and someone else does, which is wrong of them. This can take someone a long time to be themselves again. Liking and loving yourself is not vein, it is believing in yourself and being yourself again. With learning to be and the right support meaning people who believe in you, you can bounce back and be that person again you were before the wrong people to you damaged or tried to damage you. Do not give up. This poem well these words are not for me but for everyone. I know it is easy for me to say, what do I know but what I say I mean with all my heart, keep strong and stay live. I know that life can kick you in the teeth so many times, we can all stand up for life and our rights. Do not give up, at times the light can get dark however long or short till it becomes bright, which can happen when you least expect it. It just take time, hang in there, you will never know if you don’t. It is very unlikely I am wrong but I am not saying I am right either. I am not lying to be sure to promise either that everything is going to be alright but I believe in your strength and you to stay alive.