They say you can only become immortalised as a legend after you die;
So after this book I am leaving this world, it’s time to say my goodbye.
Time is moving so quickly, my reflection is ageing so fast;
I need to close my eyes, so that I can unlock my lost memories from the past.
Wednesday the 9th of April 1980, was day one of my fate;
11 pound born, so I was always designed to fight like a heavy weight.
It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon when I entered this world crying;
The April showers were falling from the heavens, but it didn’t stop the angels from flying.
I was conceived by Tommy Mowles and Julie Anne;
Fairy tales sculptured my imagination, as I heard stories like Pinocchio and Peter Pan.
My Mother and Father started to argue, I watched on as their love drifted off course;
In 1985 my world changed, and my Mum filed for a divorce.
My Mother took me, my older Brother and my baby Sister to another country, to start a brand new life;
We got ourselves a step dad, who asked our Mum to be his Wife.
Photographs and televisions started to shine out in colour, after spending a lifetime in black and white;
I started to hear angels whisper to me through my dreams, telling me I had a destiny to write.
Bullies plagued my school days, I use to lay on the floor scrunched up in the fetal position;
Entire nights spent crying, as they beat my dreams into submission.
One day my soft cries stopped, I picked myself up and dusted myself down,
I was tired of living on the floor;
An angelic red mist descended, my cries had been replaced by an English lions roar.
I left school and got a job, but then suddenly everything I touched started to fall apart;
I thought I had found happiness, but all I had found was a broken heart.
My life had transformed into a helter skelter, every time I tried to get to my feet I would slip back down to the floor;
I was now living on my own, spending my days in front of a judge, after continually breaking the law.
I was off the rails, I was spiralling out of control, I refused to grow up, and that’s how I got my nickname Peter Pan;
My world then ended on Tuesday the 20th of May 2003, when I had to somehow say goodbye to my Nan.
I searched for answers through alcohol, like there was a message hiding in a bottle, but that was just concealing my pain;
Months upon months spent hiding in the darkness, as I sat drowning in the rain.
I had lost my faith in angels that is until one dark night I selfishly put their power to the test;
I tried to stand up to a group of lads, which left me with a knife sticking out from my chest.
After that night I was so afraid of the dark, I was now living in a homeless shelter, as endless nights were spent hiding in the shadows all on my own;
My only friend was this paper and pen, no computer, no music, no phone.
I used this pen to keep me company, fingers in my ears trying to block out the violent drug fuelled screams;
Angels would whisper to me whilst I slept, as they tried to redevelop my dreams.
I kept climbing, I kept moving forward, angels had given me the blueprints to my life, and it’s like somehow I knew exactly what they had planned;
No matter what I was doing, I always kept this pen in my hand.
The years flashed me by like a daydream, until I finally made something of my life;
I now live with an angel, an angel who is my Wife.
I have learnt you should never judge a book by its cover, instead try to read what the message hiding between the lines is trying to say;
Dreams really can come true, as the future is only ever just a single sunrise away.
This once blank canvas is now filled with memories, so my future family will never have to miss me;
An angel once gave me a piece of paper, and told me to
BARRY MOWLES ©2012
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