It pulls me; this feeling that my life is just over the next rise.
This pull is a push from behind that forces me to stagger forward into my real existence.
You see, everything until now has been a farce. What I see with my eyes is only what I see, not what is. I know my present is the fantasy and my future is the real reality.
What I see in my heart’s eye is fresh water and lily pads on the far side of a desert; Blue skies and blooming gardens on the other side of a storm.
Step by step, I move on to higher ground. With each step I am closer to the rise. I will keep my head down so that my eyes don’t lie to my heart.
Mockingbird
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Mockingbird (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece was written at a time in my life when I was coming to know myself. I was really beginning to accept who I am and I decided that I was someone I wanted to know.
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Beautiful 🙂
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