Gathered – Written Monday 15th May 2006 (Aged 31)


when she found me
i did not know
who would be there
those we cannot see
and those that stare
when she dissected
my damaged soul
how did she know
my needs and goals
all the spirits
and all the tokens
gathered up in their arms
when i was broken
what could i say
seventeen and dreams
they seem so far away
thirty one now,
and facing my big day
a medium will tell you
what you would never
tell yourself
they will push open the door
and rummage through dreams
when she solved me
when i came here
wipe down my muddy faces
and sculpt my sepia tears

James Garratt – Monday 15th May 2006

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