I want to run outside
And grab handfuls of dust
And pour them into your lap, pour them.
I want to explain that these
Are my doubts
And how I lose them when the wind blows.
But they always come back, muddled.
And I’m not blaming you except
It never happened before.
The raspberries are out and
I have pips in my teeth.
Sarah Hulme is a Durham University graduate who enjoys writing poetry as a way to understand thoughts, feelings and the world we live in.