I think I was born tired

I think I must have been born tired and weathered and aged
A little girl three going on thirty they would say

Big eyes, weary eyes, 

The weight of the world

Did I ever have the joy of naive
Was I ever big eyes clueless innocent

Maybe I was born before I was, frozen in
time watching the world go by,
and then I was born

Big eyes heavy eyes
weight of the world

poem and art by Jennifer van der Merwe

(1) Comment

  1. Jane says:

    Love the poem , the collages and the photos

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