These are the words that were not heard
A child in the darkness;
Fragmented thoughts and torn emotion
Rent from a fragile heart.
These are the words I dared not speak
For innocence betrayed
And murdered illusions
Grief gathered silence.
These are the words that were not read,
Seeking the comfort
Of romantic dreams,
Eternally hopeful.
These are the words that broke my heart,
Over and over
Life teaching lessons
In grief and folly.
These are the words I choose to pen,
Opening my heart
To joy and wonder,
Chosen reality.
These are the words my heart now sings,
Life, love and laughter,
Conscious choices
Born of the journey.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
This is lovely Sue.
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Thank you, Di.
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You are most welcome.
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Beautiful, emotional, and profound, Sue. Such sadness and loss, strength and redemption.
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You know that journey too, Diana. he dark times throw the light into greater contrast.
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Yes. We only need to be present and notice.
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Indeed we do. x
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What a wonderful poem
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Thank you , Sadje.
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You’re most welcome.
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Life’s journey. (K)
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Indeed…
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The life in question seems to have lived more than one…
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Don’t we all though?
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There are some lucky people who don’t seem need more than one. Not making a pigs ear out of the first one could be the secret!
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I fancy that what the soul learns from how we have lived will bear little resemblance to how the world might pass judgement on our lives.
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Wonderful, Sue!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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Truly beautiful 💜
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