24 Tuesday Apr 2012
Posted in Poetry
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becoming, dreams, faith, fearless, living, reason, self, spirit, truth, value, wisdom, woman, wonder
when I have fallen
failed –
and picked me up
to carry –
the way made good
for what I hoped to find
solitude and beauty
a spinner weaves to life
the shadow born
of heartache (part illusion)
patterns warped
and riddled with the answers
(did I know)
of all I’ve given
give me back –
silken threads
to reach around –
ropes were once I spun
beauty from the falling –
let me fail
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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something like a dying fall that soars when it fails…
indeed – exactly like that (♥)
good 🙂
…the shadow born of heartache (part illusion) – very much where my head is at today,so thank you.
Sometimes create shadows for myself through the fantasy of how things could or should be (even though my closet realist whispers slow down and wise up in my ear!). If you dream in technicolour skies you will always have farther to fall when bubbles start to burst. So does that mean stop dreaming and play it safe? Still not sure, but it would seem to be a little less painful. xx
….oh, no……….never give up……..never. Less painful? Numb is less painful. 😉 In the space between our dreams and reality, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you live for; it’s the gap between all you want and what you settle for; its the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future. Who needs legroom? Farther to fall – maybe! But I’d much rather be a breath away from soaring! 🙂
Ahh, cheers hon.Have realised that I’ve spent a long time trying to find a voice for my words…(literally and metaphorically!)… and now people might just be listening I am not sure what I want to say anymore! Weird isn’t it?!
Your message is so true…i cannot wait to fly away! But until then i will stay a while! Loved your poem!
From heartache must we weave the dawn and new light and new hope.