My Outlines

Yet you make me trip stumble fall

Over every

Hold their hand, dont lead the way

Stand by their side, not

Hey you, Look what’s ahead, Who knows what’s coming, Probably something exciting.

He has gone, and  now you’re at peace. He leaves wounds but time blesses you and you will heal.

She is still here, and Her, And Her and Her.

Them babes have dragged you kicking and screaming, Through years you never wanted to see but, Not this one, this is linked in arms.

You can also do this alone, if pushed and shoved. You know that now You have grown, bloomed, blossomed.

Emotions come in waves, Not to tame, To ride.

You are untouchable

There is hope, it’s right there

Under your nose, silly.

There is more than this.

So much is happening

Behind closed doors.

Open your eyes and look

The blossom has lasted a bit longer this spring

Before, when things were hard,

They were terrible and overwhelming

  Now, you are strong, you are kind,

You are happier and you can get through.

 Before, time carried on as you waited,

Content with being left behind and forgotten.

 Now, you race with time playfully,

You skip when you can and walk when you must.

 Before, everything was too much,

Thank you to that stupid pool in France

Who tried to keep me under the water, suspended, aged four.

  Thank you to the car

Who saw me before I saw it.

  Thank you to the words that shot through

Sharp and filled with venom.

  Thank you to the fucking grey cloud

That loomed over me for too many years.

  Thank you to the scars on my arms and my legs

Which healed and will one day fade.

  I can’t decide if my thanks are sincere

Or bitter.

  Either way I am grateful to be here,