Around and around the mind goes,
Where it’ll stop, I sadly don’t know.
Thrashing about like a chainéd beast,
Violently making my soul its feast.
It is my comfort, this untamed mind.
A cold, dark comfort, That makes me blind.
I forget the wonder, the mystery and grace,
Sub to its wreckage, I forget my own face.
When I catch its sight, in the mirror or glass,
I’m amazed at my image, the steep contrast
In my mind I’m a derelict, deformed, defaced,
A failure, unloveable, a relic of waste.
Yet in the mirror, the beauty is clear.
Vulnerable, innocent, a heart without fear.
I’m a lover, a hero, a friend, a queen,
The smile, often hid i
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age | 63 | |
| Location | Ireland, Roscommon, Castlereagh | |
| 🌈 Sexuality | Straight | |
