This Is My Story
several of my days
remain beautiful in my memory
spokes of hope
love, like soap
emotions, always like rope
such is the day
because when i first realised –
that power is a form of cotton candy
there to be corrupted
and to be devoured
such was the liquid
that poured from my dreams
that i held my wants hostage
and wanted, desired, no more screams
this is my story
and like all our stories
it is underlined with touch
written in a language
not that far removed from double dutch
this is the playground
where play is kept within a blue square
lush are the days
where the coconut shy –
shows deft skill for a craze –
that we do not yet know
because there is a canal boat, a party line
which we always toe
but this story is mine
James Garratt – Monday 6th December 2021
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This Is My Story – Written Monday 6th December 2021 (Aged 46)
