A whinge of second guessing the self
Relief comes in the return a reception
What of the moment just as it is
Reassurance in the palm of your hand
No terms for judgement if the truth
Is what it is it stands on its own
Quietly observant but as loud as a word
Will allow another one to share
If a heart is on a string there is no
Need to pull the line we are not fish
To be caught but emotionally we
Are hooked by our own thoughts inside
© GÄ
Poétique 