Returning to the path;
the icy road stretching out ahead
she begins to question the cause of her spiral
then pushes the thoughts away instead.
Afraid the rumination of dolour
will again open up those heavy gates
she understands that reflection is necessary
but now is nor the time or place
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Heavy gates is this a metaphor for pushing forward even though moving forward seems such a chore? Very thought provoking piece👍
The heavy gates are those that lead back to the dark place. So she is afraid that analysing her sadness will send her back there.
Thank you. 🙂
A fine write D.
I thought you was about to sneeze, and were holding your nose - if so, was 'dolour' meant to have been 'colour'?! lol.
I can't say certain words if I hold by doze (my nose).
I talk some rot. lol.
... lol.
made me think .. ink well spent methinks .................................. N
Thanks so much!
Very relatable. Many triggers. Thank you.
Thank you for reading!
And you had me looking up another word (dolour) - what is it about you that just nails it every time for me...... you really get into our heads Draven.
I had to look this up too! 😛 (I am doing a poetry challenge where I get a word prompt for each day and this was one of them)
Thank you so much - that is really the biggest compliment 🙂
The support from you guys here has made this really exciting for me to continue at the poetry challenge 🙂
OK so now I know Dolour and have actually had Dolour so bring on the new ones!
You never lose the past, it just defines you. Probably why it drives us nuts.
yeah perhaps! I dunno if I would say my past drives me nuts, but that is just me!
I love the expressed intrigue and tug of emotion clearly articulated here. It's a beautifully carved piece indeed gifted one, kudos to you!
Thank you!!
Another gothic masterpiece. I'm loving these🙂
I am so happy to hear it!
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