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Memoirs of a Messed-up Mum (extract)

March 24, 2019

1st January

 

 

I am everything

and yet,

I was nothing...

 

 

I.

 

I am streak within stillness

and scent within storm,

with stature of Saturn--

 

I am twelve feet tall.

 

 

II.

 

I am breeze of heat's wave

that saves sorrow's shoes;

once a bruise of heart's blames

within old twisted truths.

 

 

III.

 

I am Jupiter's soul

with six seeing eyes

that rise within cries

of hardship's duress.

 

 

IV.

 

You are gone with done deeds

etched

into your essence

 

whilst I am peace

that plays

within the solace

of simple understanding.

 

 

V.

 

You are sorry's stream

of silence

and I am worthy of voice

in a universe

crowded

with cruelty's choice.

 

 

 

I was nothing

and yet,

I am everything...

 

to me.

 

 

 

 

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