What is it about alleys
magnifies fear?
Is it the reflection
of inner passages,
those narrow, dim lit
years, when despair
echoed endlessly?
Days I forgot
to look for light,
imagined none
discredited the truth
that glory dwells
even in dark alleys.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Maybe visually, the answer to the first question is that what is in front of us is constricting, but the enticement of coming out the other end pushes us forward?
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Maybe. Something certainly keeps us going.
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And I’m glad for it. 🙂
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An unexpectedly thought-provoking poem. Well done!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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Reblogged this on How I found My Muchness.
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Thanks for sharing!
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Yes, gets one thinking! I like this.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome!
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Enjoyed this
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Thanks, Yvette
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