Tuesday 4 June 2013

Playing with poetry

I am the cookie cutter's child

Born of the cutting pain
Bred from the finances and climate of my youth.
Marked by my maker - burnt by the journey to now.
I can break the mould without breaking myself.

I must break, crumble at the edges
Be torn from the normality of the mundane
Same as you, as him, as her, as them

Daring to become the mouldless me
Defying existence by existing.

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