I twist, I turn, I shape, I bend,
Through hoops of fire, time and again.
Threading dreams through fractured seams,
Chasing echoes of what once had been.
I smooth the edges, paint the cracks,
Rebuild, remake—no looking back.
Yet shadows whisper in the light,
Is it enough? Am I just right?
A masterpiece in constant flux,
A heart that gives, a will that trusts.
But somewhere deep, behind the glass,
I long to breathe, to just be—at last.
Still, I rise, though weary-eyed,
Carrying hopes the world denied.
For though I shift, reshape, refine,
This soul remains, forever mine.
© 3rd June, 2025 Marcus Hazel-McGown.
Marcus, has been involved in Internet applications since the dawn of time, He has managed teams, managed companies and managed an Autistic household too.
He has a massive interest in Scifi and fantasy novels, cooking, Amateur Radio and the Weather as well as many other subjects. Marcus has a Doctorate in Musicology, and is a lifetime scholar. If Marcus doesn't know the answer he will definitely find it!
