Every Day

There are pictures painted

On the walls of my heart

Brushstrokes I did not apply

But I live with every day

There are songs recorded

In the depth of my soul

Compositions I did not write

But I live with every day

There are poems

Scratched on the bones of my skull

Telling stories I did not create

But I live with every day.

Someone else's graffiti ... not mine

Someone else’s truth … not mine

Someone else’s reality … not mine

Someone else’s agenda … not mine

Someone else's vendetta ... not mine

That I live with every day

- Julie O'Hara 2023

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