I have these images in my mind.
I see things that give inspiration.
I smile a little to myself,
An inner joy, a quiet elation.
Sparke of what I’d’ve liked life to be,
Of the person I am inside.
The bits of me I used to honour,
But,for some reason, I now hide.
I squeeze pieces, shards, into daily life.
Like sparks in a day of grey.
Waiting, eager to start a fire,
These dreams long to have their day.
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