Wheel

Go! Grab my hand as round they spin our wheel
and clasp my elbow, squeeze until we know
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

Move desperate lips and look at me and shout
so we can hear above the grinding cogs
come, let the depth of our intention out.

There’s more to this than meets the eye: we fed
those queues to throw our pretty lives away
and now our day is spun with puny thread.

Don’t stand in line, capped, waiting to be real
this wheel will never cease, but we can find
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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