How do you make the words fit on a page;
in patterns about reflections on a new year
new dawn, old beginnings and fresh endings.
Dancing rhymes to succinctly say in eloquence
“It’s been pretty ******* ****, mate”
How to find the alliteration to communicate that this isn’t just about celebrities dying, Brexit or Trump
This was cancer and hospital wards; sickness and cure
Running away from your job when a boy took more
Than you wanted to give.
Investing in people who broke you, who took your love and ran with it; hid it behind apple trees and train journeys and buried it there
And not yet learning how to let it
go
And heal
and be whole with a hundred imperfect pieces.