I've been away, I'm back for a bit, I'm a bit self indulgent, just bear with


I don't want this anymore
This noise.
This never ending shovelling
This foundation crumbling
Inward reflecting, no choice in it

I want
White noise
Peace from the pecking gulls

To be heard
Without point scoring

Let me morph into a caterpillar
Emerge still sticky with newness
And covered in a coating of opportunity

I need to be held
I'm a bit broken
Bruised, not tattooed

But I need to reassess while my wings dry
While I find a buddleia in a quiet garden
That knows instinctively what I need
Happy to let me come and go
Flitting, like my thoughts
While I respect its beauty
And it lets me rest awhile

Poetry by LFD1
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Written on 2019-05-05 at 20:13

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem has an immediacy and a sharpness that I cherish. I don't find it self-indulgent; rather, an achievement!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome back LFD1! Back with a very good thoughtful work has well.
Ken D