Born conjoined lived as one haunted, they cry for a better life hiding in dark spaces they dream of how they might be if only they had been born as one in a world of possibilities their crying can still be heard to this day… ©AnitaDawes2022
( For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a person wearing a paper-bag over their head. Words ” Photo shop” are written by hand on the bag)
I don’t need Photoshop to stick my head in sand.
With todays problems, face masks,
Oh excuse me… coverings!
Wash your hands,
run if you see a human walking towards you!
There are days when its best to become an ostrich.
Head in the sand, arse in the air
I’m sorry folks, I’m having a s – – t day.
Where I cannot feel or think the way I should
My son says, pull yourself together, mother.
You’re made of better stuff.
Take the bag from your head,
look at the world with different eyes.
You cannot hide forever.
In my head, I am saying, shut up, I can hide
until the world is put to right
Or take myself off to Photoshop for a revamp…
© Anita Dawes 2021