The darkness can become an ally
protecting us from seeing our own secrets.

When we muse over our own memories
It can become a very slippery slope

It can tell us that almost everyone
has let us down a little
and we them.

We learn it is the very chaos of our childhoods
that transform us into something
frighteningly adult.

It could be pure idiocy to say the world has
never met our expectations
When we ourselves
may have yet to figure out
Just what they are.

But lo’ the human heart
has remarkable resilience.
returning to its original form.
Again and Again,
Trying and Trying…

© DiAnne Ebejer

image by Tom McNemar



About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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