There turned out to be
so many different keys
to the different depths of me
It was truly hard to know
what it was possible for me to show
Different friends reach different doors
Different strangers
peering through different windows
A glimpse… almost in focus
a sweet taste here, a sour mouthful there
the faintest sound of joyous laughter
then the cool stream of tears rolling down
as the image slowly blurs again
Even I found it hard, even I took years
to add up every fraction
to calculate if I was whole
and I was worried there
for a good long while
I never meant to be this way
never meant to give so little away
never meant to set that combination
quite so randomly
I could never really see
who I was destined to be…
[2009]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
The Lighthouse 
Big fan of this introspective piece Tom. 👏
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Thanks Bree. very kind 🙂 Luckily only 12 months later I’d cracked the code and was well on the way to self-actualisation…
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Thanks so much for the feature. I do home your dwelling is never plundered though! 🙂
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“Even I found it hard, even I took years
to add up every fraction
to calculate if I was whole”
Wow! Love reading your words,
Big fan!
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Thanks Sirishty, that’s so kind of you to say. I really appreciate all your support. P.S. The feeling is mutual 🙂
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It’s my pleasure
This means a lot!😊
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