Laura Weynton - Unleashed

Your truth is yet to be unleashed a mind, surrounded by stars, has a great way of tricking you, a people,

Struggle on, pawing away at the shore, this lonely blue planet may go on without you.

There once was a story of a little girl, who collected moments by the shore, not all, but moments that glittered in the sunlight, the beach was just below the city. She found shrugs, sad faces, and old photographs. One day she found an old photograph of a woman who looked familiar, but far away. Her curly hair seemed wicked, her shrug was thousands of miles up in the air, worries that were blown up by hundreds of people who seemed to sort her out, an odd woman, oh she must be stopped. Keep blowing balloons of awful words, assumptions, and let her fail and falter to the wind. The photograph had a sound to it, the sound of unkept winds, a heart soaked in tears, a tear fell on the photograph, then up she looked there was her mother, glimmering in the sunshine, ‘unleash