~How my writing name came to be~

S/hit I was so embarrassed
All them years
A middle name, of Bentley
How dare my folks

I'd not even peep a hint of the name
For my inner self thought
Was sure to be slain

Came to a place a long time ago
Where a,
Could be traded
For ebb in the flow

I looked at my hands
Arms within reach
Consoling self hug
Lessons to teach

To myself about me
Where peace stood/allure
Thimbled in grasp

My ism's procure

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2017

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brilliant Bentlee yep you have not lost the touch
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