Confidence

Funny how years mute inadequacy,
While friends of faith hang by
despite carnage, laying careful stepping stones
across the molars of soul’s ineptitude.

Even at this late hour,
when the moon tips its liquid light on me, I howl,
Baring my wisdom, teeth rattling,
And your red rimmed eyes
turn wolfish and hunt me down.

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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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