It was easy once
When I was young
And didn’t know.
*
Words that were everything
And nothing
Tumbled from half-parted lips.
*
Misunderstanding
Deforested acres
For fragrant missives
Carried next to a heart
That fluttered deliciously
If erroneously.
*
Wanting to believe
I believed they believed themselves
And let myself be fooled.
Wanting to belong
I willingly became
A belonging.
*
It isn’t easy now.
The words won’t come
In face of the real
I am rendered dumb.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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