Archive for June, 2013


On her wrist, rests a sample of her Dreams

while the Sun rises from her heart

but she doesn’t know who she is

Two, hovering, white Doves beckon to her

A taste of yearning brushes against her lips

causing her to wonder how

she can keep breathing

 for the rest of her life



She finally let go of the naive illusion

which to her way of thinking

had not been much of an intrusion

but certainly did add to a source of confusion

that people were as she saw them to be

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She thought she knew them to be true

that the allowed parts shown

defined the understood who

Now, she knew she’d been the fool

facing the wall, the writing was all she could see

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But if this became a point of turning

where she’d become stronger

in the fine art of discerning

the lesson should be so worth the learning:

 What you get may not nearly be what you see

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