Miriam E. Miles

succulent

By Miriam E. Miles

Inspired by Psalm 23…

By Miriam E. Miles

I sucked in my breath as her words hung in the air…

They hang together, hustled by the wind, their cartoon-drawn edges belying their tear-stained hues,

I am afraid‬ ‪of that which lies ‬ ‪inside

He sits in the chair, all arms and legs, hands expressing freefall thoughts;

some days, (whilst drowning), a life boat comes not in some form of saviour,

i’m sliding out of a skin

Now and then, a pocket of time sits within my grasp,

Homage to the 21st Century Parent.

“Life is like a box of chocolates…”