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.

 

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5 thoughts on “Daughter Mine.

  1. redjim99 says:

    Really good, such feeling in here.

    Jim

  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    this is Beautiful…so quiet as it etches a memory to be……
    of slipping out of herself to walk ankle deep in bluebell silence
    I love this…as each flows into and out again…
    Thank you for sharing….
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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