Thorns

The thorns in my side Are inadequacy Inconfidence Self-doubt and shame And no amount of asking Will make them go away So I spent my life waiting For my thorns to be removed For maybe once the pain had gone I would be Confident enough Adequate enough Mature enough Wise enough Nice enough Tough enough…

Driftwood

Written for my Father – 31.01.35 – 22.10.08 My father is driftwood Rustic and raw Rare and unique Like a precious antique Yet normal enough To pass by on the beach For There are hundreds more Stretched out on the shore That all look the same But look closely And see There is only one…