A reflection that
Echoes for centuries
A glimmer
Of introspection
That shatters
All illusion
To fragmented
Particles
Of youth
Pure truth
Of propheticism
And brutality
Being strangled
Aged six
Beaten up
With blood pouring
From my nose
Drenching my pink
T-shirt
The delicate air
Deflated from my bicycle tyres
By these broken teenagers
Two Girls
Bruised more than me
The fear I’d never felt
Longing for my mother’s
Cuddles
Alone
The trauma
Of the abuse
Under that weeping
Willow tree
People are going through
So much at the moment
Their pain and struggles
I feel it in my fragile
Core
Yet the tribal strength
That Phoenix
Brings from the ashes
Of naked torment
With her golden
Feathers
And a wing span
That covers
A galactic universe
Caught in the lightning
Screaming at the
Tectonic plates
To remain calm
When their fury
Has me thinking
About 2024
Serenity
Safety
Solace
Synchronicity
Selfless
Stability
Sanctuary
Significance
Serendipitous
Solipsism
Surrender
To your mind, naked flesh
And blood
To flourish
Free their souls
And ‘run to the rescue
With love’
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