Daughter Mine.

Maybe –

She realised it so suddenly,

It actually caused physical pain –

She’d spent too damned-long

With her sleepless head

Inside a dark box of quiet,

Chocolate-bitter thunder

That echoed and repeated,

Stitching restless days together.

So she slipped out of her identity

To walk barefoot and pretty,

Ankle deep in bluebell silences

Along the reflection banks

Of a different life’s river,

With enough time to laugh

At gulls that weren’t really there.