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Fantastic piece Innes.  I didn't think I was going to get this when I opened it up but so glad that I did.  Too many good bits to pick out but I especially like the last two stanzas.  Well done and so glad this got cherries.

Finding myself has probably been the greatest (delusional) battle of my life so far, and even when I know that acceptance is the key to all my problems I still search in all the wrong places, to dwell on the past, my personal foibles and my deeply troubled mind. The world won't give me the answers (unless I'm surrounded by nature or anywhere else that hasn't been spoilt by man, which is why the rich want houses with views over the sea or mountains; to forget they're part of the mess they create). The stage that humans have built is overflowing with lies and deception, temptation and quiet violence. The commercial world's like a fruit-machine to a naturally pathological gambler in that, however much he knows it's there for them and not him, it will steal his money, rid him of his wellbeing and spit in his face to satisfy his worldly needs. Everywhere we turn, there are cleverly proposed answers to our problems but none of them actually work. Only kindness to others, hard work on decent projects and a stern resolve not to believe what the corps, govt and church want us to do will ever pay dividends. 

Unfortunately, the govt's only interest in humanity is the economy. They will stick any old shit in our faces if they think we're stupid enough to buy it, so there's only one solution to finding happiness; don't buy it. Only by ignoring the flies do they go away.

A stonking poem.

This is refreshingly honest, and so true of most people; we tend to spend the first part of our lives moulded by family relationships, the next part struggling to find ourselves and then, hopefully, being happy with who we really are. The big problem is falling into adult relationships which replicate what we had as children - which you hint at here. Very insightful.

I can see a little girl in a woman's shoes and then a grown woman inside a box, stooped from bending for others. Only recently found your poetry, innes and thrilled I did. You unpick complex ways of being right down to the thinnest bare bones and yet you don't leave it there, you keep exposing still until it can hurt to read. Your themes are things I know too well, perhaps that's why your work resonates. Sorry to ramble.

Golden cherries!  Yay.  Lol.

:-)