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Friday, November 4, 2016

Will o’ the Wisp

Didn’t I always know/
that you were, as Grandma said/
a will o’ the wisp?
The feathery smile that broke/
the worry/
and my heart/
brought me to my knees.
love didn’t feel like love, it was more/
like pain and fear. Bizarre.
My upside down baby/
I had to learn everything. backwards.
Let you go you let go/
You is Me/
Left home for Home and Harm/
The protection around your heart/
(which was supposed to be me)/
was not enough. I was not enough.
He’s fine, they say/
Move on, they say/
Let go, they say/
But I will not, will o’ the wisp. Because I always knew.

posted at 11:59 am 2 comments

2 comments

Beautiful poem

— added by Sharon on Friday, November 4, 2016 at 7:55 pm

Hoping you are too busy enjoying life to entertain and mentor me. 🙂

— added by Jacquie on Wednesday, December 7, 2016 at 9:03 am