Our local park, full of colourful flowers and shrubs and nice green spaces

Dog walkers, lovers holding hands and children with their painted faces.

Swings, slides and roundabouts, the sound of laughter fills the air

Families enjoying picnics, music bellowing from the funfair.

 

And then there’s MY bench, amidst the trees, tucked away out of sight

Hidden from view, from nosey parkers and sunlight.

It’s my space, my secret place where I can drink alone

No judgement, no lectures from family at home.

 

I can hardly breathe with excitement, my hands shaking as I undo the top

Drenched in deceit and shame I take a swig from the bottle and don’t stop.

So, there it is, our parks and green spaces

For diverse people who need diverse places.