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One trip that changed my life

By Colleen Millsteed Published 5 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
Changing
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In a city called Perth

Was a place called home,

I travelled to Broome

To be on my own.

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By leaving Perth

I left behind,

The troubles, the traumas

Of an unsettled mind.

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In Broome the days spent

Lazing and soaking up the sun,

My friend and I so intent

In relaxing and having fun.

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Thought we’d try some fishing

Done everything else there was to do,

That one beautiful day on the wharf

Changed my whole life through.

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I met a guy that very day

He was wonderful and kind,

A guy I’d been searching for

And never thought I’d find.

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This great looking guy on the wharf

Fishing in shorts and hat,

I gladly accepted his invite

When asked to stay at his flat.

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Stayed a few days

Left in a flash,

My love for him scared me

Back to Perth I dashed.

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The letters and phone calls

Were next to start,

My heart was now breaking

We were too far apart.

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He left Broome to find me

And tell me he cares,

Then brought me on back

For his life to share.

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He asked me to marry him

I gladly said yes,

He made my life happy

It was such a mess.

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We’ve come a long way

Since the day we met,

He has the power

To make me forget.

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The past is now gone

The future holds more,

The days are for us

And the future in store.

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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