Magic Cup
a poem for me –
is like a bag
where i am pulling out my happy
or trying to stuff in my sad
either way,
it’s a way or attempt –
to manage the stuff in my head
after all,
i am not exempt
and my anxiety is easily led
a poem for me –
is like the wild horses
the ones i dare not let loose
either i am hanging onto the reigns
or the reigns are a written noose
either way,
the words tumble out –
of a magic cup
pointing out –
there are never enough
James Garratt – Friday 27th January 2023
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Magic Cup – Written Friday 27th January 2023 (Aged 47)
