The end game of noughts and crosses.

The end game of noughts and crosses.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The cross you bare
carries no noughts
only a chance at
redemption,
however do not
reflect on what
a mirror sees,
but pull back
your skin
and look beneath.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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What use is transformation if one does not look within? The external seldom offers "redemption"...only by looking within do we see the key that opens portals of self - true self :) Nicely woven Andrew...

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you Ruth, lovely to hear from you.

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