Aly Fryer

The ache.
The constant ache as I lie awake or I walk in day.
The hole.
The empty HOLE.
The constant void as I age by day.
The milestones of others.
Children everywhere.
Does anybody really understand?
It’s individual.
It’s personal.
It’s intimate.
It’s a violation, it’s a robbery, it’s a theft it’s an abuse…
IT- makes - me - angry and the ANGER has never left me.
I write.
I paint.
I arrange flowers, I love colour; I am a creative…but I’ve never made a creation.
A CREATION.
My own child.
Having lost one I thought, ‘she may have been a daughter’. I’ve always thought she’s with
me.
Medical negligence never leaves you.
Fighting the authorities, going to the High Courts.
IT’s never left me.
For I, am in an archive.
Where oh where is my creation?