Guess What

Guess What

by Elizabeth Challinor

There comes a point when you fall silent

You no longer care to share

You know you sound like a parrot

Repeating the same words over and over

Will you never reach closure?

Guess what

Perhaps not...

A feeling of recklessness begins to stir inside you

An itch

To plough through the path overgrown with brambles 

And run with your aching pieces 

Lovingly in your heart

Elizabeth Challinor