This town has never
Been home. I left it glad, though
Memories haunt me.

The people here pushed
Their hate through my eyes, seeing
Me as a monster.

Blinded, with only
Their scorn as the mirror through
Which I saw myself.

Lost in darkness and
Failure, I came home broken
And hid away, shamed.

Asked if I liked the
Town, I said no, here my dreams
Died before they breathed.

Shattered, I came home
But I could never live here
I came back to die.

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Every rejection
Proves that I never mattered
My story, worthless

Failure burned on the
Backs of my eyes, I see me
Shattering myself

My skin sloughs off the
Cracks where every blow landed
Every memory

The bleeding never
Stops, the thoughts reverberate
The echoes endless

This life cannot last
A bottomless wanting to
Mean something somewhere

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I saw a cow looking into a tree
And I was wondering
What did she see?

As she looked up, with her ponderous gaze
Was there really
Wondrous swathes

Of paradise birds, waltzing and flitting
While my cow,
Ground bound was itching

To join in with their aerial ball?
To fly in the sky?
Sing and dance with them all?

Of course not, it’s a cow. It’s a tree
In Wiltshire
Nothing magical, nothing to see.

Michelle Pearce, March 2009.

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