You could read
the black
graffiti
written
through the
overgrown ivy
on the old
town library
brick wall
(he reminded me
that it was
good
explaining
why the in-house
maintenance
had left
it alone)
it reads…
‘I am me
and that’s good
enough’
you continue
being
who
you
aren’t
but you will grow up
looking back fondly
upon these days…
I have sent these
four postcards
to God
why have you not
bothered to read them?
one was character
one was fear
another was pride
the last was about
‘you’
that’s why I
then asked
why
everywhere you look
they are telling
you
you should
be
someone
else?
