I lived for those
Moments where my voice lead the pack
Where I didn’t have to scrape and claw
To be herd ‘

I was once identified
As unidentifiable
One of one
Grown from a garden
Where only my seed
Was planted

A strong grip on things
Handler of all
Things possible(y)

Can go
Away/somewhere.

My writing
Has dropped in length
Depth has been left in the wash
Strangled

Lost.

© Joseph Thomas

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