When needs and worlds, ideals collide,
and feelings roil and boil inside
tis hard to know the truth of things,
infernal fucking matterings…
The second when the muttering
is doublebarrelled suffering of
loyalties and friendships broke –
yet love prevails like stupid stoking
of a fire that fails to burn, a
misalignment of beliefs, a
misreading of things and stuff, I
fucking hate this shitty train of
bleeding mind that loses me…..
he4dgirl 
Powerful poem, Sarah. I’ve just been looking at your photography website too – your photographs are very beautiful.
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Thank you Julia! I seem to write when my brain bleeds… 😉 xxxx
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