I'm at the end of my tether.
I'm like an old goat.
I'm stuck on the fence. at the base of the trench.
My world's gyrating backwards, as it runs out of control.
I want to be loved, but I cannot give out.
I cannot draw in.
I'm a prickly thing.

However;
Tonight, I put the world to rights.
I read out a poem that made grown men cry.
I cried too, as I read it out loud.
The people there listening, my audience.
They realised that I'm  human too.
Choked up, on a commotion of emotion.
I swam out the door on big hugs and tears.
Hopped on the bus with a grin on my face.
For my own poetic license.
Full of  silly words.
Fits perfectly inside a vacant space.
(C) LIVVI