My first day of freedom
Wasn't what all the
Pop artists sing about
It was more paperwork &
Hard decisions
It was more crying &
Shouting at the
corn beef when I cut
Myself on the tin
It was more me
Realsing that the windows
Don't open
& oh no
the washing line is broken
I guess it was
Less kissing random strangers &
More badly dancing in
The rainstorm & then
Feeling a bit cold &
Moody that my pants were
Soaked
& oh great I have lost
The safe code
It was more a tiny spark
Of
This is my start
& less lightening bolts of
Knowing what I want
It was a lot of
Recording voice notes
& listening to old ones
Just to remind myself
That sometimes
Baby steps are enough
& yes ok
So my first day of freedom
Wasn't perfect...
But I have the rest of my life to
Live my most perfect day
So for now
I'm content with
Not blowing up the oven &
Laughing when I smack my head
On the cupboard
& singing very badly in the
Rain &
Grabbing my note book when I need to
Plan
- All will be ok, we have time for our perfect day(s)
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Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
