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
