All is quiet
I am finally calm
Slowed by 16 inches of snow
Keeping us safe from
Those “Home Growns” I suppose
With more on the way
And yet, here you are
Outside my window
Reading my tweets
Inside my inbox
Causing me grief
All up in my phone
You & your broken
X chromosome
No...
I didn’t come from your rib
Your faces change
But I’ve known you all before
Some other time
Some distant land
Some soul circles are so apparent
But you are NOT in my band
About the Creator
Diane Bancroft
Clean for multiple years, I pen my experiences surviving and thriving with mental illness, recovery issues and whatever tickles me. I have several books published on Amazon under my name and under Royal Elmo Publications.
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