comfort & peace

there was always something

to run away from

run run running out of danger

everywhere adults handing out violence

ungendered punishments a kick a smack

well aimed insult to tear the insides

at the age of eight I needed

a good long holiday on the beach

under cool palm trees just to get my breath back

to escape the violence & pain of being

everything I liked loved got stolen away

broken or lost when I wasn’t looking

impermanence seemed everywhere when

I tried to find comfort & peace

& I knew clear as day my mind wasn’t straight

except in reading I read anything I put eyes to

in there I found solitude & sensibility

but dare not tell them this

in case that too

was taken away

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