I had been feeling distraught all morning
When I noticed a pin prick of light
Coming through the closed blind
It made me feel better to think a tiny hole
Couldn’t keep the sun out
Ms Penny taught us about light
How slivery, how bendy it can be
Creeping into the smallest space
Like bad thoughts chewing the mind
The ones you cannot banish
With brown paper and string
I tied the parcel with a bow
We had yet to take the trip back home
To return an unwanted gift
To an unwanted part of my life
Nothing can make up for the scars on my back…

©AnitaDawes2022