How The Truth Got Here – Written Friday 20th August 2021 (Aged 46)

How The Truth Got Here

i will stand there
but they will not know me
they will not know
the truth of my feelings
and they would not want to know
how the truth got here
even if –
they apply a wrap coloured in care

i will stand here
and i will be lost
with the waves beneath my feet
and no one –
will understand how i feel
the relationship i had
perhaps it was never real
perhaps that is why i never called him dad

maybe as i stare out
into the estuary grey
the mediation i crave will come and find me
rising up from the sea
finding my mortal body
and ending the grief complexity
or maybe i will stand there
and not know what it all looks like
as the water rouses itself beneath my feet
grief and loss
offer nothing that completes

James Garratt – Friday 20th August 2021

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