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The once innocent
in me
didn’t know I’d
lost the key
in an emptiness
that seeked
highs and lows
that dove and peeked,
I was led into a
prison,
choices made, I didn’t
listen,
didn’t understand
the frisson,
couldn’t see what I
was given.
But the answers
live in me,
understands this
misery,
shed my tears so I
could be,
I accept what I now
see,
with love, so has
been written,
give yourself to
fill what’s missing,
what I see is not
illusion,
it is meant, it is
my season.
i live with a mountain every day, fighting and righing in front of me, friend Shadow and we'll conquer it every day, hmmm ? ... 2 more bills to pay, and i'll b smiling at the tax season 4 this year ... smiles ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteHope things are sorted and easier now . . . :)
ReplyDeleteCheers and hugs, Eddie x
Excellent composition. I see how you used the "rhyme" scheme to illustrate the situation.
ReplyDeleteTime lost it is a part of our journey seeing where we have been and finding acceptance and the will to go on. Nice.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it is hard to see what we had
ReplyDeleteuntil it is gone, gifts of the heart
given freely are the ones missed most