i feel brave
somehow strong
wondering if optimism
will last that long

who is listening to you?
the children…
the husband…
the friends that do no exist?

they will never know
about the hand that reached out
and tried to take theirs
they will never see it

there is no truth in their face
no warmth in their eyes
just the harshness,
of emotional starvation

Protective someone became protective of me and i felt touched, to the point of guilt the magic of connection a … More

all these –
would have coated –
the delusional things
with a veneer of reality

shocked by your lack of truth
impressed by your clever –
but not actually clever remarks

no, it is never your fault
never down to you
nothing you could have done
not your problem

the many sides of my personality
no different to yours
some coloured
some like doors

it’s funny –
how lately –
i have embraced –
the written word