Eyes
Hiding
Strange faces
Ever watchful
Look out from shadows
Distrusting all they see
Fearing the caress of dawn
That awakens them from slumber
Far safer to embrace illusion
Than to be revealed by the light of truth
Remaining but pale shadows of themselves
Blind to any beauty they might bear
They wear the scars of choices made
As armour and uniform
Safe in conformity
Shaping misconceptions
Building prison bars
Without release
Feeling small
Within
Fear

#writephoto: Choices
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Wow! Intense and profound. Great poem
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Sue
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A sad, choice to make, often made by many though. Lovely double Etheree Sue 💜💜💜
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Sadly, it is often the result of choices made by others that build the prison walls. xx
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Yes I can agree with that and those walls are invisible 💜
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But still solid sadly x
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Yes indeed and in many ways stronger than visible walls.💜
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Very much so. X
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The contrast between monochrome and colour really enhances your poem Sue.
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Perception and reality can look very different.
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Beautiful ❤
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Thanks, Alethea ❤
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Wonderfully penned! You’re usual brilliance. Always astounds me. ❤🌹
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Thank you, Jen. x
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You’re welcome Sue 💜
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