My marrow

Walking along
And there is my marrow
Sitting on the wall
Waiting for me.
There was another
Sitting next to it.
So how did I know
That this one was mine?
Did it somehow call
To my subconscious mind?

I’m useless at making decisions; if I’d had to think about it and deliberately pick one and leave the other I’d probably have come away with neither. That’s what happens in clothes shops; I only buy something if it’s the only thing in the shop that I like. So how did I know that was my marrow and avoid the agonising business of choices?

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About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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2 Responses to My marrow

  1. RoSy says:

    If something is yours – it will speak to you.

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