Its Never Over Poem by jodi glass

legs weak and sweat beading not so slow
ears deaf and eyes floating
the uncomfy seat growing ever more

overflowing with nerves and un wanted memories
standing on command, the truth is to be told
another chair and I may as well be in the floor

deafening silence's and whispered sentences
minute details leaving my gob
embarrassment growing while she witters on

what colour is the walls? what is her name?
please let me out!
sugar! here comes the tears!

small and weak I didn't want to be
emotionally spent and dog tired
walking out the shrinking box

I felt 3 feet small

small and weak I became
dyed blue and streaked with blue
I was hung to dry and forgot

fresh air was a relief, for the child
who realised what life was
step by step, stomp by stomp

breathing in air unpolluted by scum