
The Writing Crypt
About the writer
Funny enough being a writer was not my first choice career creating this website is my leap of faith. Read more in bio.

Portfolio of Work
Something from my teens &Â a piece from the present.
These moments, however brief are meaningful writing pieces. Each piece is unique in style and content and represents a distinct moment in my life. I hope you find laughter, joy or comfort in my work and I invite you to read the rest of my work. Feel free to contact me with any questions.
Something from my teens
Valentines day
Love is an emotion, we sometimes can't explain.Â
Not everybody's love will always be the same.Â
Passion is a moment, that we cannot really share.Â
We often get these feelings, which somehow reach despair.
Hope is a devotion, we often feel inside.
From the sweetest one around you, you cannot seem to hide.
Faith is a fulfilment, that you give the one in your heart.Â
If your faithfulness remains, you know you'll never part.Â
Your admirer is the person, that has written thisÂ
& there's one more thing, I cannot miss.Â
Caring is important, in every special way.Â
So don't forget to wish your loved one,
A happy valentines day
A piece of the present
Her career for life
At the breakfast table her daughter sits,
so innocent and happy filled with wit.
She smiles knowing what needs to be done,
it’s been months with, no jobs won.
Her heart and mind at war for what’s needed,
she knows that her daughter must never know what her schooling days preceded.
She packs the lunch, adds an apple and more,
and watches as her daughter walks out the front door.
Teenage days will be here soon,
with so much knowledge of the world her daughter will consume.
She’s afraid of those parents that might see her,
at a job that is just money but no career.
She leaves the house with her uniform packed,
filled with love for her daughter and regret the dignity she’ll soon lack.
On her way she still looks for more jobs,
hoping and praying as she paces and sobs.
Wiping her tears at the door of this hole,
she walks inside and sees the glisten of a pole.
She’s nauseous, afraid and filled with fear
but she knows to make ends meet she has to persevere.
It’s just a job, nothing more than an income.
This she repeats in her head wanting nothing more than freedom.
She pulls out her uniform, gets ready and smiles.
It’ll be a long day but at the end of it worthwhile.
Finally, it’s the end of a shift, she can’t wait to get home.
She quickly hides away her uniform, washes up and through her clean hair puts a comb.
Moments later, she hears the door. It’s her daughter home from school.
She’s filled with glee now even though her day was cruel.
At the dinner table, she sits happy and content.
She knows her daughter will be fed so her unpleasant job is time well spent.
That night after bedtime cuddles, stories and laughs.
She lays in bed crying looking at her cash flow that’s now half.
Knowing tomorrow will be tough and she will need to face her fears,
she knows in her heart it’s worth it and so smiles through her tears.

The only way to heal from pain is to learn from it and to learn from pain, is to embrace the version of ourselves we blame and move forward.