14 October 2013

Please Stop Being Surprised When I Pull Cheese From My Pocket

Above and before but probably not since.
I come from a place where you're only just "his."
Too full of resentment for nothing you did.
There's not much room in there for being a kid.

The past can be tense.

Skipped by tomorrow along my way.
Stopped to wonder where I left today.
Giggled to think it would all be okay.
Gave up thinking I knew what to say.

Perspective is hard to see.

Alight with darkness; watching, waiting.
The lines of laughter slowly fraying.
Coming aboard with the might of the sea,
The understanding that I can be ME.