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Natasha George
Poems
May 2015
School gates
I assured him I was okay,
insisted he'd go catch his train.
Though the meeting had shook me,
I knew how to stand and behave.
He told me
forget about today,
use camp as an opportunity for relaxation
and not to keep peering at that dense haze.
But I couldn't.
The truth burned and scalded my face.
Her lies felt like a wet blanket,
soothing all the ache.
It would be easier to oblige,
to push aside dreams of justice
and give in to her lies.
But, no I couldn't.
And I wouldn't.
Cause to do so I'd betray someone's trust.
Tear burned behind my eyes.
I told him once again that I was alright.
He let out a heavy side,
left me at the school gates.
Father knew I considered this
my
place.
My
safe place.
My
hiding place.
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