Ever on the Outside

Ever on the outside, always looking in.often wishing I could wear someone else’s skin. Ever on the outside, checking every word,cautious anything I say, might easily be misheard. Ever on the outside, painting out my frown,an imposter who will act again, as the circus clown. Ever on the outside, so nobody will see,the fears, theContinue reading “Ever on the Outside”

Miss Chatham

They walk together in the parkat three fifteen each day.Miss Chatham and Euphorbiaquietly make their way.One loved in life, one never held,both showing time’s decay Some note quietly, as they pass,this singular mismatched pair.The lady clothed in Sunday bestand her friend’s wild wispy hair.Both alone, but twinned for life,Miss Chatham and her teddy bear.

For Adoption

She holds a distant memoryof when a heartbeat matched her own.A summer secret locked inside,a child barely known. A small, now faded picture holds,a truth in grey and white.A daughter held for one short day,one silent tear-torn night. To give a life, to hold a lifeto bear but never see,the future that the world might hold,for theContinue reading “For Adoption”

There’s No Point

There is no point in travelling, when you’ve no place to be. No sense in searching, when your heart cannot see. And no doors will unlock, when you don’t have a key. There is no point in sowing, where love cannot grow. No questions worth asking, of a life you can’t know. And no reasonContinue reading “There’s No Point”