Chapped lips quivering, shaped by crusts growing slowly
Day after day sinking below;
Stowed away feeling grasping rocks and barnacles
Sucking out goodness and leaving a residual.
A poster of particular, disgust at the muck on the mirror.
Of the self denial entrapped in sorrow
Beg and borrow, tricks of beauty and light to seep into gravity.
Pulled towards the inevitable, the growing tragedy
Of crumbling confidence in humanity.
Its all around us, the bellowing sanctity of destiny.
Then stride out because change can happen
A small change in direction
A new angle an inflection
Twist on your heels and go for a new experience
A cut, a hot towel and a gentle reminder
That life is what you decide to respond to
Your thoughts are not necessarily reality
Just an indication to your sanity
March 10th 2015
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015