Paula Puddephatt Poems

I hardly ever leave the house these days.
The past few years, to me, are just a haze.
I cannot find my way out of this maze,
And have no more constructive points to raise.
...

Meet their disappointing daughter,
with her disappointing ways.
They would oh-so-love to humour her,
but it really never pays.
...

I hold the pain inside.
It breaks my heart and mind
and will not be denied,
diluted or defined
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music
from local ice cream vans
can soon sound sinister
not sweet
...

and so
discover innocence
simplicity
once more
...

when you think
that you have hit
rock bottom
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If I believe
in the beautiful lies,
I am deluded -
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she offered me
a plan B
didn't recognise the complexities
of why
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loose ends
those stray threads that
snag
on every sharp edge
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enclosed
inside my mind
a terrified child
still finding her way
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