Outsiders
Outsiders.
Outsiders on the surface
of something else,
that point of no return.
It is there — I know it —
within myself.
Outsiders.
I pick myself up
and face a new day,
but my thoughts ride sidesaddle
and they feel like play.
Outsiders.
Some people flirt with change.
Identity is a reality,
but it never stops
being the same.
Outsiders.
What am I?
Just a culmination of letters
which form my name.
James Garratt – Thursday 24th October 2025
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