What?

What?

What is it you tried to lay on me 

I can’t quite see it clear, true edges blurred 

Pushing or patting squeezing corners into a round 

Sweet circle of blandness 

From edgy and different with sharp contrast to the rest 

Push those corners they don’t fit 

They are the things that make me different from you 

So they were sucked inside 

From jutting angles of……   
To something resembling an orange round at last 

But the corners are inside and I look crushed 

Wizened and bleached after being in the sun 

I hid in the dark buried it all 

Juices and blood flowing again in this crumpled skin 

And the segments pop with excited surprise 

At last they sing 

We can be as we should have been 

Not pushed down stuffed away to be acceptable

Like a hive of bees they buzz alive again 

Taking their own skin over and the orange peel shall thin 

To let the glorious flesh forth 

In all it’s difficult difference 

It’s corners back glistening  with stardust  

And an audible sigh ahhhhh 

As the square no longer forces itself to fit 

I have been freed 
Ailsa 

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Jealousy 

So often the colour ascribed is peagreen  

Though I see a puce showing through 

No reason for it 

You say you don’t like it but change nothing 

Fear of what? 

Failing or just incase you succeed and are accused of changing 

Stay afraid to open your eyes 

Your mind and stagnate like those before 

Imagine you are different and see 

The mistakes they made and you who are afraid 

Repeat as it may mark you different 

Tell yourself you’re owed everything 

You must surely get it then right? 

And still you stand there angry at the world 
Ailsa 

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