Poetry Blog by Hazel ettridge
Begin
Yes, of course I could hang on to who I was yesterday
But why bother, when
Each new day
Begs me to
Begin
Again
Sunday 4th April 2021 8:36 am
The Storm Before the Calm
During the storm, before the calm,
I heard their feet, stamping over the hills
Arriving in droves. The rebel army.
Here to overthrow a lifetime of enslavement
To buying insurance and mowing the lawn
To smiling through failure and
Changing my underwear daily.
A lifetime of good behaviour and
Doing what’s best (for whom?)
But here they come. The forgotten dreams.
The squashed and crumpled ...
Wednesday 17th March 2021 11:48 am
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