Crawling out the wreckage
Matt’s House, June 2018 I’m crawling out of the wreckage Of all the lies and put-downs, The heavy expectations All the plans thwarted And dreams exploited All the disappointments And the romantic non-starters And the complete disasters. The hopes deferred and then deferred And then deferred. All the times when I’ve not been heard. And I’m crawling out of the wreckage, Free as a bird.
