The sun shone on me, my skin, my scars.
My clothes felt too warm in the warm car.
Such a beautiful way to remind me I’m ok.
You won’t need that brolly today.
Can’t promise you won’t need it again,
But you have it with you now,
for when the rain pours.
Like the horrors I endured,
Inured me,Quelled but not cured.
Inoculated.
Took a few jabs.
Cross adults jocularly mocked,
Better pull up those socks!
You’re lazy.
Strangely, this one hurt.
The effort I exhibited putting everyone first.
Worse still, I tore pieces from my flesh to paper hairline cracks in other people.
How fucking dare you!
Say that again when you know what I’ve been through.
I’ve learned my lesson now though.
Just say no.
So easy.
Look,
No.
Further freedom from a far away father,
Some semblance of self esteem.
Whatever’s clever, see how it goes.
No such thing as bad weather,
Just bad clothes.