Rose Garden Lost

Reality a whirling blade that cuts 
deep on soft skin and deeper still within

A mind first combined then split,
the od in defence of the id and all she did

Ran from fear and years of pain 
ran from cords and bells and chains

Ran still till nothing of her remains
in a new reality free of restraints

To sun and safety in the lee of fear
Hidden deep within the fear of Yr

(Inspired ny Joanne Greensberg I never promised you a rose garden)

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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