Some people might think I was born yesterday
And I was.
Part of me kicked and screamed as I pushed out in insurrection
In defence against the resurrection
Of All There Ever Is and Was
Waiting to come out of its hiding place.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2020
A resting place for words unspoken
Chamber for the muted scream
Tears damned in, like stagnant waters
Yearning for a flowing stream.
‘Tuts’ and ‘ahs’ and sheepish glances
False encounters, friendship trials
(Unyielding pain a fair exchange
For awkward, insincere smiles?)
This heart a mere reference point
And trauma just a word
Solipsism – the ‘educated’ path
For grief unheard.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2019