Imagine that everything
had a layer of cling
film.
Held taut as a drum
against you.
So everything had At least
one extra step
One more hurdle for you to fly through.
Did I say everything ? I meant everything.
From When Eyes open up,
till they close.
When I’m Brushing my teeth
When I’m tying my hair
when I’m struggling to get in my clothes.
When I’m chivvying along on the school run and then
When I march to my tunes home again
It’s non stop this new life
I can cope but I fight
Fight to say what it’s like
Why I fade, dim my light
Shun the phone
Call in sick
Change the date
Be a flake.
I am trapped
Tightly wrapped
In that layer
In that film
So I cling.
Stitch This 
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