Cloaked in honesty I crash through a tinsel wall Confused by what I see Sometimes you are there Other times there are blue curtains- tear stained from a child wrapped for comfort and hiding from herself - Only visible are patent leather shoes and unnatural creases When I awaken I remember your hands - so small and wicked - a ring on each finger and tattooed - still they are the hands of a child I mourn the loss of what I have imagined you to be #poems #poetry #newbook #songwriter https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Pgc5kJj8m/?igshid=1p0rvx444n224













