This cannot be me
This image I see,
Tormented, distorted
Twisted disproportionated,
I do not recognise this being
This non human I am seeing,
The movements I’m shaking
The time out I am taking
I’m bare to the bone
I’m heavy as stone,
I’m lost again
The sun was out
Now it is rain.
I stroll a while
Whilst being pushed back a mile
But still I will smile,
The petals will fall
But my stem remains tall
This is my voice
This is my call
I stand not alone
I stand with you all.Screenshot_20180131-173322_wm


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