Sorrow Runs Wild – Written Friday 23rd April 2010 (Aged 35)

Sorrow Runs Wild

the indigo woman
in her head
sorrow runs wild
chained to a leg
of a much smaller child
and now,
the cloak of adulthood
hides no sorrow
offers no invisibility
turns its back on tomorrow
turns its gaze to the past
the flower bed
from which all did grow
and now,
those weeds will not go
the indigo woman

James Garratt – Friday 23rd April 2010

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