You’re my friend that I trust to see, the real person that is me. With that trust I open my soul to be free, and with my weird quirky banter I flavour the sea. A sea full of fun, innocent and judge free, and yes I’ll go overboard…yep that would be me.
So do I crawl back in my shell like a crab on the beach? Burrow into the sand well out of reach? I don’t mean to offend but when I read your text. I question my openness and feel a bit vexed.
BY DEE GRANT 2020