Present Yourself To The World – Written March 2022 (Aged 47)

Present Yourself To The World

i am a shipwreck
a cruel running beck
a right handed let
a purposeful collect
a mid range gap
and a bouncing cheque
a sad looking bet
i am broken,
and my wires are torn
my parents wrote –
on the back of photographs –
when i was born
but i am just the scorn
the crippled jet
the unknown winglet
the vibrant mess
and well meant caress
the mental stealth
and bin bag wealth
i am the end of term results
shoved in the river
the moments of love
that carriers cannot deliver
but i put on a brave face
and finish my place
i have shoulder straps
and hope on my back
i keep moving forward
always, always unabashed

James Garratt – March 2022

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