Every Day
Misconceptions
There are pictures painted
On the walls of my heart
Brushstrokes I did not apply
But I live with every day
There are songs recorded
In the depth of my soul
Compositions I did not write
But I live with every day
There are poems
Scratched on the bones of my skull
Telling stories I did not create
But I live with every day.
Someone else's graffiti ... not mine
Someone else’s truth … not mine
Someone else’s reality … not mine
Someone else’s agenda … not mine
Someone else's vendetta ... not mine
That I live with every day
- Julie O'Hara 2023
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Julie I have experienced this poem as very real and deeply moving. It reflects on extended periods on my own life. I feel sure it will have universal appeal. It is my pleasure to be your first - insights, heart and comment. I am already Subscribed. This is a ‘must read.’ ‘There are poems Scratched on the bones of my skull Telling stories I did not create But I live with every day. Someone else's graffiti ... not mine’ Pauline 🌸