do I not look beyond,
into eyes behind veils,
beneath old blindfolds,
or hearts I’d once felt
could understand me?

not many loyal hearts,
have stayed the same;
does each beat truly
bring out selfishness?
times when willingly,
no beat of ours heard,
feeling for their own.

do I not look beyond,
beneath my lost feet
in subtle light of day?
for with me always,
shadows behind me,
I find understanding.

Shared with Open Link Night Week 42, at the D’verse Poets Pub.

(May 2nd, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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