Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SAFETY.
I’m not really sure whether this is a poem or a story.
As the rain poured down on my head, soaking my clothes and hair, I pictured my umbrella leaning against the shoe rack at the bottom of the stairs.
As I walked through the river that was once a path, my shoes now flooded, I pictured my wellies lying underneath my bed.
As I stepped forward to cross the road and was met with a tidal wave courtesy of a passing lorry, I pictured a steaming hot bubble bath.
As I ran for the bus that just passed me by even though it was five minutes early, I pictured my car that had been sitting in the garage for the past week.
I could have sat in the rain and cried.
I could have called a taxi and waited in the rain.
I was already wet.
I plodded on
Knowing there was a log fire
And a hot cup of cocoa
Waiting at home.