This black and white story |With its lack of coloured glory Knows me |Yet doesn't know me |It sometimes throws me |My lack of clarity  | And a penchant for disparity |Turns me inside out |Outside in | Prisons me within | And in a journal | I can write the reasons why |But I can't choose  | Between myself and I   | And why do I even try  | Am I just a lie  ||||||  Leigh Ellen Williams ©

Abstraction: Silver Birch, by Leigh Ellen Williams

Poetry, Writing

Poetry, Writing

Poetry, Writing

Poetry, Writing

Poetry, Writing

Poetry, Writing


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