Double edges

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Love can seem burdensome

But only fear sees it that way

Love itself is everlasting and freeing

Our insecurities make it feel unreal

By way of our flawed expectations

And or damaged cynical teachers

Taught to us throughout our past

Our acceptance of something lesser

Is often a safe play to avoid loneliness

Only to feel imprisoned inside ourselves

The thing about conventual wisdom

Is sooner or later, it quickly expires                  

The only I’ve thing I found consistent

Is unconditional love… if we gift it

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Poet of the Light © 2022

Published by Poet of the Light

I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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10 thoughts on “Double edges”

  1. Our insecurities make it feel unreal
    By way of our flawed expectations
    And or damaged cynical teachers
    Taught to us throughout our past
    Our acceptance of something lesser
    Is often a safe play to avoid loneliness

    Truer have not been written, Poet.

    ❤
    David

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