Friday, 24 March 2023

 Where To Begin

I have to start with the skin I’m in.

It’s as close as I can get.

It changes.

Expands to fit me

as I grow.

It changes.

Responds to sun

or rain.

It changes

covered or not

by the clothes I wear,

the jewellery,

the mood I’m in.

It changes

By my hand

as I draw

on the important things

the listening,

the voices whispering,

the joining


in love.

It changes

to dreams 

in the end

and memories

when my number

is called.

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