Mountainous fresh air
frozen hands remember trials
an ocean of melancholy
pierced by balloons of joy
I thought I would be honest
the bottle doesn't contain just water
words are trapped and swallowed
they said i was the person to go to
the grey gusts in
and changes everything
wake up, and pay attention
ask, a lot more questions
sometimes clothes don't fit
fairy tales read out loud
nobody knows
that we're all unicorns
my true authentic voice
stands in front of me
in monochrome brown and combat boots
Even now the tide is turning
the clouds above are re-forming
the journey has left its mark
it's just a blemish, discolouration
stitched into patchwork jeans
and still, we keep going.
Charlie Ann Alford 