Shrapnel in My Hands – Written Friday 18th June 2021 (Aged 46)

Shrapnel in My Hands

there are bits of me
i do not understand
and sometimes my self esteem
feels like shrapnel in my hands
and my life feels like –
a storybook i can never understand
everyday comes and goes
and still,
i feel i am just too slow
the energy i need –
feels like a wound i could mend
and as i bleed –
it is you on which i depend
take heed –
and find acceptance amongst friends

there are bits of me
i do not understand
and sometimes my confidence
feels like shrapnel in my hands
and my life feels like –
some never visited promised lands
everyday comes and goes
and still,
i feel i do not quite fit in
i taxi onto the runway
but i do not know where to begin
and as i wait for clearance
it is you on which i depend
because at the end of the day
you will have been a true friend




James Garratt – Friday 18th June 2021


More poems at
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/


More poems from 2021 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2021/

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