Change.

Meeting today with my college support group about food issues I have, expecting nothing to come of it. Met with another of the team and I think things are really going to change.

Eight bobbing heads, one table

My centre point

I’ve been here before, I know this game

Eyes flicker, awkward smiles and coffee offers

Always the same, always the same.

Three mugs, another smile, a sigh of thanks

My quiet embarrassment

You place a notebook on the table, pen cradled in a soft hand

Predictability, averted gazes and sympathy gestures

Treading old land, I’m just treading old land.

 

One blur, flying colour, beaming voice

Frightened at first, yet faced with no choice

She hurls the questions at me, I flout

Recasting and stalling to look for an out

 

Eye contact attempted, pulse palpably races

She’s done this before; she’s seen hundreds of cases

I gorge on analogies whilst she pours the cup

With this woman here, I think the only way’s up.

 

Reviews

[Stammers]

I love the rhythm of the first two stanzas, you're obv very talented,

'treading old land'

Even if we can't relate to your exact situation, your lines manage to echo other people's battles, and thats what pushes it from really good to exceptional, because I can see your room, and I can see my own. Thanks for posting.