you are a rag and bone man
a saviour of sorts
you are the lucky dip
that your parents once bought

it is in my bloodstream
life vibrancy
it ricochets around my life
but crowds feel like a collection of surgeons

i know now that every bump in the road
is a cry for help
and every breakdown
was due to a faulty belt

it’s the difficulty of accepting –
that,
it is the way it is
and what about me?

the happy go lucky sort –
talk about building resilience
i just think of trauma
and the weights added to my conscience