some sadness
hangs from me
but hope still finds my soul
as it rummages for the key
one part leaves –
another starts to grieve
yet somehow –
one part feels hopeful
as if the burden of pretense
weights more
than the weight of insanity
do I ride fate –
i think I will hold on
and I see what comes along
James Garratt – January 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 