Let’s be real we are all damaged.

My partner suffers from delusionary persecution,

My ex had been abused as a child,

My friend k has known profound neglect from earliest time,

Something happened to my sister, I don’t know what she never said,

My youngest brother wasn’t wanted,

My dad spent his adult life depressed.

My partner argues with me no end, what’s his problem?

My ex never said sorry to me, never mind,

My sister is in therapy, thinks I stole her childhood,

My younger brother has always something wrong with him.

My dad is dead.

Let’s be real we all have been damaged

Me myself is not different, prefers to be alone

Spends time looking inside, has not got many close friends…

But what if I got it all wrong, what if it was all planed,

Challenges and suffering from which to grow…

But to grow into what? Planned by who?

Satan is around; our leaders are monsters

Praying on our children, pushing us to the brink.

If this life is just a blip on the main road, does it matter?

Yet the chickens always hop to me excitedly

The donkeys are mischievous but they know who’s boss

The sheep are tender when I have a jar full of treats

The fearful wild boar runs when it sees me

The neighbours shout hello when walking on the road

The sun is warm and warms my heart

The clouds, my friends, move on and on above

Joy has found me.