Cuddling me when I don’t want to ,”go away ” I shouted but the voices wouldn’t listen.
Rises from dingy dull places ; the whispers , I think .
Inspirit if you can but do not condemn without a trigger to help.
Too curvy , too flat , too shiny , too dull ,too short , too long ,too rude , too docile, too fast , too slow – I learnt they always have to say something .
Inclement showers trying to break the umbrella.
“Cactus ” they called it when the seed was that of a sunflower.
Invading the mind ,perforating through the heart , it can puncture the soul; if you let it do so
Sturdy winds fail to push locked doors,however .
Make way , meteors blaze and break:they won’t stop.