Thursday, December 8, 2016

Trap

"Age is covered with cosmetics,
Gray hidden with dye,
Confidence is sought in men,
Awareness deferred for the future.
She toils on her job,
Enduring tension and fatigue,
Subsisting on tranquilizers,
Pinning future hopes on her children."

All I have ever wanted is to do the right thing. Along the path to doing so it's almost impossible to avoid becoming ensnared and lose one's vision--not literally, but of the heart. As I do this blog, aspiring to other disciplines, too, as I move through these uncertain times, my grief and pain gradually subside and the eyes of my heart flutter open once again. May they stay clear. 

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