Matt’s House, June 2018
I’m crawling out of the wreckage
Of all the lies and put-downs,
The heavy expectations
All the plans thwarted
And dreams exploited
All the disappointments
The romantic non-starters
The complete disasters.
The hopes deferred and then deferred
And then deferred.
All the times when I’ve not been heard.
And I’m crawling out of the wreckage,
Free as a bird.