Genetic reflections.

I don’t know where I’m going,

I’m not sure where I’ve been.

You said I need a plan

but I was never all that keen.

I don’t know what path to take,

or what way to travel

there are days when I feel

like I’m about to unravel.

You say if I’m not something

I’m the emptiness of nothing.

So I try to carve a life out

of a thousand tiny things

Your face wrinkles with disdain

lips pursed you utter his poor name,

like Barrie is somehow now to blame!

You say,

‘This is not Neverland.

You can’t wear odd socks forever’.

I look you in the face,

I see what I could be

I wonder for a moment,

what you see when you look back at me.

Karen Hayward ©2016







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