Is a banana
Short.
Of a hand
To clench
and hold.
My mind back
From going places
In my maybe way
That either
Bring me joy
Or
Bring me a very purturbed frown
Leaves are falling
backwards
Upwards
swept round and round
Wondering where to nourish
The only belief
I allow myself.
Being
Being as a being
Recognised as such.
It sucks being the real being.
The physical avatar.
Get's all the stick.
Gets all the pain
Is fighting so hard.
To hold her head
Level with the ground.
knotted into the pattern
obligated by herself
To fix it...
For her...
and in so doing...
Maybe
Maybe....
make it just a little bit better for all of us.
©wrennie
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