Oh to be
anything other than
was once my
rallying cry often
wailed in darkness
and in despair
but now in
light filled rooms
in this place
of happy peace
the question begs
like an errant
feather poking out
from linen duvet
who to be
that hasn’t been
Oh to be
anything other than
was once my
rallying cry often
wailed in darkness
and in despair
but now in
light filled rooms
in this place
of happy peace
the question begs
like an errant
feather poking out
from linen duvet
who to be
that hasn’t been