It was a dark place, akin to madness
Wrought by a grief held in stasis;
Buried alive by choices
Made in assumed ignorance
And wilful blindness.
Rooted in the memory of a past long dead,
That rattled its chains in waking nightmares
And brittle laughter.
Afraid to be seen, afraid to be ignored
To pass into oblivious eternity
Without having lived.
Or loved.
Or been.
And yet…
There was a glimpse, a fleeting flicker
A pause in the cadence, a heartbeat skipped,
When the world stopped.
A point of flame, unwavering,
Steady as ancient stone
That sang my name
And laughed at eternity.
Mirroring the universe
With my soul.
How many times
Had I not seen
Before allowing
Joy to lead my feet
And take me home.
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Wayward is such a beautiful poem, beginning sadly, it touched similar places in my own heart. Then, gradually climbing up to a better place, promising something better for me too…
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I think there is always something better waiting…if we can endure long enough to reach it.
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Patience is certainly the key word!
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Yep…but worth the wait. 🙂
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Beautiful photos and words!
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Thank you 🙂
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Thank you, Viv, xxx
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Lovely, thoughtful and uplifting.
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Thanks, Lyn.
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Lovely. I adore the line….”allowing joy to lead my feet”
Beautiful!
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Thanks, Laura.
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Phew, Sue words and photo , just stunning! 💜
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Thanks, Willow. ❤
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