
See the candescent lights infuse the leaves,
Everywhere that golden glow, it calls me,
To sit under, majestic banyan trees,
So it seems, that I’m in a pixie’s lee.
I am hidden now, the world, it floats on,
There are so many people, so close by,
Yet here I am, safe held in the bosom,
Knowing that I can release my soul’s cry.
My inner torment, it bubbles away,
Struggling to get out so I am free,
When all I long for is just to be gay,
All my worries gone, just free to be me.
I long for a life of joy and wonder,
My old life to be gone, no asunder.
About the Creator
Emma Datson
I am 40ish, medically interesting, Australian poet, who is finally using her voice. My superpower is my vocabulary. Dive in and read an eclectic mix of poetry and creative non-fiction, full of love, grief and hope. Light, love


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