Cardboard City

Cardboard city
Giant bricks of a
cardboard nature
stack up every-
where you turn.
Precious items
relegated to
darkest corners
inside these monoliths.
I hope that we will
be reunited one day,
but I can’t help feeling
a slight anxious pang
as these identical boxes
are carted off to the
great cardboard mountain.
Let us hope that the labels
don’t become detached…

Light[en]ing up

To be told that one you love

smokes, has smoked, will smoke…

her life

her choice

her decision…

but oh how you wish that you could

take these insecurities,

this pent up frustration,


and feelings

of inadequacy –

wrap it into one huge ball

and toss it in the black sack

along with the black cloud that

hangs over.

In Security

Little put downs and point-scoring

Come as second nature to you,

I recognise it for what it is.

A deep need to gain approval

By trampling on other’s feelings  –

Making them feel small and insignificant

And yourself feel better.

I hope it helped

but I’m not sure

that it did underneath.

I see you for what you are.

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