an acrostic family portrait

For the love of us, we’re

Always there:

Mummy, Daddy.

In a perpetual state of

Love osmosis.

You know what that means.


Perhaps the line missed its cue

Or I didn’t follow the Strictly rules.

Rather than feel I played the part,

Tapping into my falsest heart,

Reality veiled. Somehow I’ve tripped,

Although I convince, I fake, I vow,

I continue the line, dismayed somehow

Trying to make sense of the now.


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