Pass The Parcel

I don't often like to explain where my poems, thoughts, ramblings come from. Usually the writing speaks for itself.

However this comes from a place I very rarely write from, anger and hurt and fear, fear of being let down when I invest myself, complete with heart and honesty. I guess my lesson has been with risk there is always the chance of let down


Wrapped up
Between sheets
Of paper
Are half told stories
And lies scrunched
Around denial
The stories
They tell themselves
Are passed from
One to another
Around in circles
But no-one unwraps
To the center
Where in the middle
Is the truth