Acceptance, Communication, creative, Falling Sleet, inspiration, loss, Love, poems, poetry, The Wrong Story, Understanding, verse, writing
It was the wrong story that leapt up and out at me,
From the page that I saw behind your eyes –
Its tumbling words sang to me as if I were the one,
The only one to whom they spoke.
They wrapped themselves around me like a Winter’s evening shawl,
A warmth and comfort my insides craved,
A tale unpicked for me.
And as my mind began to weave and tangle a missive in which to grow,
My eyes closed blind to those I saw and
Nurtured futures fruitless.
I turned and spread each leaf before me reflecting as I did,
On every word that I planted there,
And every root that you pushed deep.
And only when the stems had grown and twisted every one,
About and through my aching frame,
Did my eyes, at last, loose their lustre –
And only then did I recognise that,
The story I had read was wrong.
Beautiful emotional lines ! Well shared! 👍
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