The world
feels different to me,
so much different
from when,
as a child,
I tried to hold it in my hand;
so much different
to when
I used to hold other hands,
and with some acceptance,
I cradled my own fragility
and dressed it up
in things I could not understand.
The world
feels different to me,
so much different
to the world
that I thought I once knew,
when everything
was clearly much smaller,
smaller than now,
and when the world allowed me
to try on new clothes.
But somehow,
it never mattered.
I have remained, almost cut glass,
shattered,
and always prepped, to just fall apart.
James Garratt – May 2026
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The World Feels Different To Me – Written May 2026 (Aged 51)
