Mirror

11 Nov

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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