A mindfield of school
teacher bullets
1969,
swallowing used chewing gum grit,
1966,
buried pets,
1976,
long long ago,
before the rot in this trench
I call home.
The world laughs,
drinks wine,
posing dinners.
Going outdoors
feels criminal.
If I go down the path
I'll look back at a
a confused
dark person
who lives as
a perishing tyre
OK. I'll do it next week
if this gets too much again,
or maybe it won't
next week.
Moral
When the pain of staying the same becomes more painful than
the pain o f changing, that is when long-term change can be made.
A big thank you for the picture by Geralt, free on Pixabay.
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