Imaginary friend

there was a tales from my childhood
to dig a hole in the ground
tell all your secrets
bury them with a seed
to grow a tree
bears bitter fruits

I knew there was hell below
all eighteen levels
none of my secrets secured
I altered the tales
to grow a tree
it bore sweet nectarines

I told all my secrets
to my imaginary friend
as tall as a Smurf
great sense of humour
soft hearted
geeky and nerdy

he has never betrayed me
remained faithful to this day
he holds all of me and
never leaves

today I have finally
given him a name
the cutest loyal friend
Chog ❤

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa