Thursday, 23 June 2016

193 clouds

When clouds gather in my sky, and shadows paint monsters on my bedroom wall, I cower.
Until I trap myself in a corner.
And in my self-mutilation, the fragile shreds of domesticity are ripped from my soul.

I set aside the ethos and praxis carved in my mind
and deal with one undeniable imperative:
I choose to survive.

And the clarity that decision brings strips away
all the handicaps
I have adopted, to play small, so that I fit in.

Kim Magennis 2016

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