The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Nine
Nine
by
Heather Prudence Davis
So much is lost
In the shadows
And the dark spots
Of my consciousness.
I could take anything
Turn it into your art
If only I had control
Over my selves.
The control to run
Wild and free
In my own playgrounds
Such as I did
When I was nine.
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