I met her in the dark alleys
That I was exploring
The past
The secrets
The half truths
Wool pulled over our eyes
By ourselves
Blindfolded to beliefs
Take my hand
Come celebrate with me
A ceremony to acknowledge
The light that we have found
Life would be a cinch
If I’d listened to my inner self
The whisperings in these corridors
Where I searched for a culprit
To all the woes that befall me
Until I met myself
The victim
The perpetrator
The enlightened
Everything has taken on a different hue
As my eyes honestly see things
And I take responsibility
And action to making it better
Debbie Gravett © 2020.03.05
RDP: Cinch
FOWC: Ceremony
Image by Dale Forbes from Pixabay
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