Looking back
over everything
I committed to the page
There seems to be gap
between the truth
of what was felt
and what’s recorded
The words came
while I was still
questioning the validity
yet, what I
then went on to feel
was always with such certainty
There is a space
between
There is a space between
you and me
filled with things
half said
Sifting through the sketches
of painted scenes
I tried to show
There are great swathes
of missing detail
I deemed too complicated
My vocabulary
was much too meagre
to convey
with any accuracy
and what I left
scratched for all time
was never entirely honest
There is a space
between
me and you
between
the story and plot
filled with things half said
Will I ever be skilled enough
to tell my story, completely
Will I ever have the talent
to fill that space
with something other
than things half said…
[2011]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 