I Grew-Up, Opened My Eyes and Did Not Recognise Myself

To be honest or to be vague?
For the record;
I have always felt this way.

Life’s blows did mould me into a statue –
A grey imitation of the veins within,
Yet standing and posing clotted my blood,
And cracks started to begin.

Time does not hand-out sticky plasters,
It only offers an opportunity;
To remould the plinth you stand in
And write yourself a new beginning.

 

CONTACT ME:

Twitter: @IssieLouH

Instagram: @awalkwithnature00

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