Pauline Prior-Pitt

Stronger than butterflies,
inside me a trapped bird
batters its wings against my soft walls.

All day I think of you,
begin a thousand jobs,
stand in the middle of the room
not going left, not going right.

Your blue eyes in the photograph
look deep trust in me.
I have not prepared you for the pain.

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