Wolf in sheep’s clothing..

 
lose the skin
we have,
and step
into another;
live in it
like our own.
 
fool eyes,
which see it
as our own;
living a lie
in shadows;
with a hope,
none will see
the lights
of darkness.
 
but time –
wisest of all,
sheds light
even on
dark corners;
one fine day,
some eyes
will catch
our truths.
 
then…
only one
fate waits;
 
remember –
the boy
who cried wolf?


(June 28th, 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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