This is mine.
Land of childhood beauty
broken only by roads blue grey.
I travel these
and remember.
Mirrored lake
reveals what make-up
and feigned independence hide
- a loneliness that aches,
insecurity and a tired, broken soul.
The truth touches,
transforms all once more
into beauty and honesty,
vulnerability and clarity,
hope and transparency.


2 Comments:
Did you write that poem? It is lovely. I am updating my database. What is your mobile number?
Tim Wright
Thanks, Tim - I did indeed write it. Shall message you on facebook my mobile number x
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