Naerwen The Chosen Bride of White Rabbit,

i like many, find some peace in writing. Alas, from my minds deepest repression i reclaim the child that was taken from me.

The poetry and entries are that of my own distresses and continuing battles, one in which i have fought for a number of years- Now no longer a battle but a way of life. - Till the curtain falls i live in constant fear of my own shadow, the anima within - Coming to the realisation my suffering does not make me immortal and that death has been brought closer to my bedside -

One day my dear,
We both shall go,
Skip down the Rabbit hole,
Fall through infinity to our home,
And once more sit on the throne,
As White Rabbit and his Wonderland Queen